Poetry

I had a dream the other night Standing there in

the kitchen in the dark

You were there standing there in the dark

You said comehere,    I comehered,  

You had your arms opened wide Closed them round me

I shut my mind off     

Then I shut my body off

When I walked up to walk down in my bed I had a dream  

You were standing in the dark Me in your arms Your hand saying something in a cold manner to the back of my bones, Like a Daddy tapping gently on his little girl’s shoulder, So I tapped with the same rhythm, why? You gave me a hug? An un-hug? What for?  Like,

I could feel the skin under the layers of shirts, could slip inside your shirt, I could couldn’t I how could I

Would it be that I’d Die,

or Cry?

or Bend?

or Fold,

or wait for your face to descend?

Then I would die? When your face was close enough to touch mine, would I die then? Why?    

Why do I die when in my dream you come closer to where I am every night in my dream when my heart beats banging in the cage I breathless wake when you’re everywhere not here in my dream when I hold on tight not to walk and walk in to you in your room maybe you’re there maybe it’s you playing the guitar I don’t want to stay still So I stay here in My seat here 

I had a dream last night

You were lying by my side I had all the time in the world to feel you in my arms I am sweetly blistering I’m choking I swallow my finger like a candy too-sweet to suck

Then I had a dream Two nights after the dream

You were sitting there looking at something too Crazy too Bothersome too Fat with all the space she’s taken

Give it time

you said

I wouldn’t push it either

But I am

Am I? It’s pushing me off my seat   If I fall I fall bad It’s pushing in hard I Shut my brain, Dark, Shut the body, Dark, dark? No, I need a glass of water I am shutting me off for the night See how morning comes Will you sing tonight?

Comehere

Nov.16, 2005

Owen Sound

Saghi Ghahraman