Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #11, 2016


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[Inspired by Agnes Obel’s “Fuel to Fire”:]

A visage beautiful, but

everywhere, following,

making him afraid;

afraid they were becoming

too close, too reliant on each other.

He believed it mutual.

Why else would she stare at him

from every reflective surface?

Used to take his coffee black

until he met her; milk

then became necessary so as not to see

her eyes studying him from a cup.

Even a shower, once solitary,

brought back the memory of her lips

descending his neck, flick of her hair

shimmering in the glassy screen;

her perfect laugh dripping down the drain.

He hoped he was yet safe;

safe from the fate of friends now mired

in the muck of family life, commitments

he had no intention of making.

Perhaps not ever.  But

the office was no reprieve of late,

working documents blurred to the shape

of her unique profile: recollection

of her face while she slept

on the pillow next to his.

As his fingers glided over the keyboard,

he tried not to think of the feel

of her skin,

tried not to recall the shape

of her body (how it fitted

perfectly against his),

tried not to accept that

without her he was lost;

to this woman he was doomed.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]