As She Eats

Thank you for offering, your hospitality is endless, but I really don't need anything right now, I'm fine really.By all means you go on ahead, I'll just sit down and look at the window that reflects you.

How do your lips hang so perfectly from your face? What science could explain their allure? If they were explained they would die in front of me; I'll leave them as they are now: mysterious, unfathomable, prestene.

You cannot possibly say you're tired: look at your hands they are impatient with energy, like a cats infantile paws.And clearly you adore cats, it somehow seems you're in their power...please,make them go away.

Look at this place...wow, it is a mess! Everything seems to have grown old before it is even used.I do feel out of place you know, which is not to say I'm unhappy.I have a strange feeling I've been led here by something and though I cannot understand how anything here works, I am happily resigned to be here.Don't look at me like that, of course I'm happy because of you, after I'm here because of you, so this place is you.Without you I would hastily leave.

In truth, I have forgotten everything I wanted to say to you, listen to this paradox: I can only dream when I am not dreaming.Nothing slows down around me, everytime you put your hand around my shoulder, I can feel you: happiness is here.Yet in an instant it is gone, replaced by nerves, really, nerves that come from inexperience.Like a cloud that covers the light of the sun, I forget what I ought to remember.

Ah I don't know when I'll go, I'll wait silently for you to tell me.As I speak to you, I inadvertantly beg you will tell me to stay or at least never announce our temporal parting.You have made of me a devout beggar, the only real faith.

How should I bid you goodbye? With a hug, a kiss, a wink, a caress? Whatever I choose the decision will not be based on what should be done, but by what I want to happen...someday.