This is so sad , Ryfkah. This is so melancholy. I like the extension of
thermonuclear reaction into this strangest of directions and how you bring
it back with the last strophe when the carbon rod takes on a phallic
significance and in between the radioactive decay of a relationship and the
half life of a love grown cold. Regards Arthur.
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Sent: Monday, August 12, 2002 4:18 AM
Subject: Reaction
> Reaction
>
> thermoluminescence
> the water deep green
> shadowed as the beginning
> energy conceives light
>
> I listen to your voice
> I won't be home
> a flat tire
> missed my plane
> Night somber like sorrow
> I curl in our bed
> the half-moon my lover
>
> I have to work late
> I'll bring home a birthday cake
> On the frontroom couch
> I drowse Grandma's rainbow throw
> embraces mind's grayness
> The sun angles through shabby curtains
> I go to the window your car not there
> worry you've had an accident
>
> You pack your clothes
> prints and books
> I bleed until I cry
> All I ever did wrong
> was love too much
>
> Our wedding bouquet pressed
> between photo album pages
> I make a pile of old lives to toss
> your pictures a few trip souvenirs
> an early anniversary gift
> a white honeymoon peignoir
>
> the rod goes in comes out
> energy radiates
> stops again pulsates
> into millennia
> water burns
>
> Ryfkah 7-11-02
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