Every now and then or rather constantly
â€¦One most consider, before it is too late to consider,
The phenomena of light, and the perishability of it,
The phenomena of dark are sensible to the insensible only. – Tennessee Williams, â€œCounselâ€
I am reminded of your beauty.
The thought of the sine-cera statues of the renaissance
reminds me of your quest for pellucidity,
one that appears when light meets darkness
and slowly falls like honey
from your bruised rib
until it gets lost at the end of your sculpted legs.
Yes, sometimes I like to imagine you
as a human sculpture,
when I rub my entire palm against your firm body
and I create that sound that so much resembles
that of the sea when it abandons the sand.
I feel like an old sculptor
applying fine sand paper on the surface
of his most precious work.
I like it when the cold takes hold of your room
because it is the only instance when all of your body
your skin, your lipsâ€¦
And that shivering is vulnerable
And that vulnerability pacifies the density of your body
It gives it color and blood
It makes it more human.
And when that same cold makes you blossom
like the fruit of a cattail
it brings me warmth
and then you and I begin a chiaroscuro dialogue
and then we allow darkness to enter light
and we let them confuse us.
Voices are no longer necessary,
all parts of our bodies
speak for themselves and amid themselves
they hold their own dialogue
they speak of sounds, colors, texturesâ€¦
of old anecdotes.
And when one of us rushes
to utter unnecessary words
then they become silent, angry, and disappear.
We no longer see them again.
Poem by Rodrigo Bocanegra. Image is L’Autre Moi by mkorchia on Flickr.