poem: A Curse
(for two lovers in a café)
(for two lovers in a café)
You smile at each other,
as lovers do,
so suffocating-sweet
I half expect
the milk to curdle
in the cup.
Do not get me wrong,
for you I will wish
a life together,
the days of it measured out
in front of you.
So much so, I would
have them happen all at once:
your life played out
in front of this audience
you have made of us.
(We sit politely,
feign indifference,
though all of us
know otherwise).
Let us have the highlights
and the lows, now,
as the days
reel out in fast forward.
Even as you pause to sip
your drinks together,
in sly complicity,
I can see the end coming
towards me — as you raise
your arms to drink,
your faces freeze
into a rictus as the skin
goes slack, then mocking grey.
We leave. File out quietly,
one be one,
to leave you there:
your cups raised,
your gazes forever locked
in stone memorial
to your pledge of love,
the looks, the words that say,
stay with me, now, forever.
as lovers do,
so suffocating-sweet
I half expect
the milk to curdle
in the cup.
Do not get me wrong,
for you I will wish
a life together,
the days of it measured out
in front of you.
So much so, I would
have them happen all at once:
your life played out
in front of this audience
you have made of us.
(We sit politely,
feign indifference,
though all of us
know otherwise).
Let us have the highlights
and the lows, now,
as the days
reel out in fast forward.
Even as you pause to sip
your drinks together,
in sly complicity,
I can see the end coming
towards me — as you raise
your arms to drink,
your faces freeze
into a rictus as the skin
goes slack, then mocking grey.
We leave. File out quietly,
one be one,
to leave you there:
your cups raised,
your gazes forever locked
in stone memorial
to your pledge of love,
the looks, the words that say,
stay with me, now, forever.
