Wednesday, August 29, 2012

you

somewhere a little child moves
prettier than a ballerina’s shoes
and what he lacks in easy grace
he makes up by the look on their face
these months have been such a blur
they know not even if he’s a her
starting from a moment of choice
that’s part decision, more surprise
for in the throes of sweet surrender
of an eternity way too tender
as they lie back and they sigh
the heavens conspire his first cry
and so the days quickly roll on
with each sunrise reality dawns
what was two between me and you
in a caress of limbs so swiftly grew
it shows up in a widening of waist
and a phantasmagoria of taste
sweet now, sour then, this longing for food
the husband a marionette of her mood
but truly it’s tougher on the wife
she carries complicity and also life
she is the one who must face the stare
and the breakfast that her throat does bare
hers is the body that swims and swells
that stays silent and even then tells
she is the one who quits ambition
career, growth and lofty vision
but he too is caught in a spider’s tease
where the webs of work never cease
aware thus he is of his human debt
to a blood born from his animal sweat
but in these tales of twin torment
like a rainbow that’s always bent
is a truth that’s as old as it is new
dear son, or daughter – we love you.

ram & gayatri cobain