You ache with loneliness one night / So much you weep // And I say, // Here’s a rope, / Tie it around me. - Hafiz, “The Gift”
Let me tie myself to you,
my beloved, let me tie myself.
Let me hold you in the night
and kiss away your tears.
Let me replace your weeping
with laughter, fill your heart with songs.
I will do all these things, my beloved,
I will do all these things
if you only will
let me tie myself to you.
It went down like this, sir: a tumble in the sheets, pardon the expression, sir, a tumble,
a tumble, a tumble in
the dryer is off its hinges, the door is coming free, do you see us, sir,
do you see us tumbling around and around, the scarlet
blossoming across the sheet
wending its way around you and me,
your threat gleaming white
in the moonlight.
I’m sorry, no, sir, no, it didn’t happen that way. It happened this way. Give me a new, yellow
legal pad, sir, and I’ll make my true confession: you’re standing naked
in the glow of orange streetlight, your mouth a black hole, you’re melting in the fluorescent,
you’re saying save me, you’re saying I’m melting, I’m saying I can’t, I’m saying
nothing, I’m standing and watching, standing and watching, listening
to the siren wail its warning
about tornados and melting into you -
Or, sir, no, I’m sorry, no, we trip the light fantastic, we stumble over each other’s shoes, my Mary Janes scuffed red, we play songs on the jukebox, we play songs until they kick us out, I say I’ll never forget
this night, you say I will, I turn away, you jerk me back, cuddle and pull, this yoyo of walk the dog
again and again, my Mary Janes, one, two, hitting the floor, glittering red in the moonlight,
the heap of clothes, and somewhere
a siren, your arm flung
across a white canvas.