In our heads, constantly in our heads and not recognizing one another. |
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Struggling For DefinitionMy complicated perceptions of me,met your expectations on the stair and we grappled there, locked eye to eye, struggling for definition We both perspired a bit and then stood back, afraid of what we’d done and what we’d seen of each other and ourselves Tried to breathe more naturally and wrap our words in a prettier paper After all, if one’s in love, a gift’s the thing to give and wrapping means so much Plenty of time, long after the party, to throw away what’s torn, sweep-up the leavings and get back down to business Ah business, sweet business, profitable business We are there now and my perceptions are loose once more Your expectations have become more polished And I feel us drawing swords, somewhere on a landing, half up, not yet halfway down |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |