Sunday, March 12, 2017

public/private

Public
is all that is yours but never truly so at touch

private
all that is yours within a hand's grasp

public
the work of a genius in a captain's arms, along with his lover

private
eight work hours a night, no lovers in sight

public
praises to the empty chair, the charred key

private
jokes on the rust climbing the key, nailing the chair to the ground

public
a denouncement of the pleasure of living

private
intimacies over a glass of wine for the fine art of living

public
this statement you sewed to your forehead

private
is the way I kissed away the numbness of the stitches

public
the way your eyes danced with me opposite your door

private
in your arms we would dance with the door open

public
perfume, exhaust fumes, three howls for old fruit

private
use the same spray deodorant, cannot afford to howl at one another with a broken down car

public
this devotion to denounce, pleasure and other measures

private
in a space where pleasure is publicly denounced
I wait for you to make private what's public
for us, alone.

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