the mind's recesses

Volta

During swift days and long nights,
We held each other close.

We imitated the ice
That clings to the window in winter.

When darkness settled,
I studied the freckles on your skin.

I brushed my hand through
The hair lying on your forehead.

I ran my fingers up and down
The grooves lining your tired crown.

I pressed my lips tightly upon
The shadows around your eyes,

And trailed my teeth
To the haughty bridge of your nose.

Carelessly, I held
The dark, soft cheeks,

And pushed my nails into
The craters of your flesh.

I dragged my nails (sharp nails)
Down your face and to your neck.

I tightened my hands (strong hands)
Upon your long throat -

And squeezed, with full force,
So that you woke up with a start.

You watched me with frightened eyes,
But I turned my head away.

I remembered the dark irises
Like two cups of coffee.

And when I looked, they were empty
And filled with pained tears -

I could see myself reflected in
The glassy surface of your round pupil.