A Poem on Thursday : Eat Your Heart Out

Eat Your Heart Out

I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
over. this is it.
I sit on the couth watching her arrange 
her long red hair before my bedroom
she pulls her hair up and
piles it on top of her head-
she lets her eyes look at
my eyes-
then she drops her hair and
lets it fall down in front of her face.
we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
her elbows
no further.
she gets up.
this is it, she says, 
this will do. well, 
I'm going
I get up and walk her
to the door
just as she leaves
she says, 
I want you to buy me 
some high-heeled shoes.
no, I want them
I watch her walk down the cement walk
under the trees
she walks all right and
as the pointsetta drip in the sun
I close the door.
- Charles Bukowski


Diana Mieczan said...

Hmmm...beautiful! Happy Thursday:)
How is your day?

Silver Strands said...

Wow - what a twist!
Oh,and I love the picture ...