poem: your face
Your face
holds in it for me
an attraction so strong
it devoirs me
and leaves me void
I am on a train
and I try not to stare
but my God, that face
it’s like a miracle
by the grace of God
let me look
with a glance
I take snapshots
with my eyes
closing them and
pretending
I can burn your image
permanently
onto my retinas
but alas it fades
all too fast
one more look
is all I want
just one more
I promise it’ll
be my last
a brief casual glance
and ah … I’m dying
I’d try to tell others
what I saw
but they’d laugh
as if I’d seen
a UFO
a big foot
a loch ness monster
the train stops
and you are off
and I am left
like a addict
deprived
of his addiction.
– Marya Ophir

January 14th, 2009 at 11:01 am
Yes Marya… I like the depth of your passion… I feel I can go right into it… thank you…