Mambo N* 11

...Charlie.

He's got your skin, you know.

He reminds me of you.

The camera shining

On the surface

Of the bags

Underneath his eyes.

His luggage

From who knows where

To who knows what.

He reminds me of you;

His hair,

The way he shuffles his feet

Dangling his arms from side to side.

He reminds me of you

His eczema

Only worse

Than yours

When you were on drugs.

You promised me

You weren't going to do them 

Anymore

The first time;

I could trace their absence

On your lips

I could taste your despair

In mine.

I remember

Running my hands

Down your cheeks;

Their roughness

Against this soft skin

Of mine,

You touched my breasts

I let you

Your hands were soft

Yet dry...

But

You remind me of Charlie

Or rather

Charlie reminds me of you

Sometimes.

The 80's would have suit you well

I know

And so would have I.

You said you loved me

You weren't sure

But you did say

I tasted like something

Like

Something like

love;

You told me you had loved a girl

Recited me her poems

The ones you wrote for her

I feel their syllables reverberate

Against the tremor

Of your pale green eyes.

You are really pale, actually

So is Charlie

So am I;

But my skin is soft as feathers

And yours is more like leather

So is his

Not mine.

You have the same eyelashes

I imagine,

I can see myself reflected

In your eyes

I could see the way you saw me

I'm scared

"Stay the night";

I ran.

I can see you

Standing on the doorway

Our last time.

You are wearing your pijamas

Or your boxers

I feel your knees,

Against my thighs.

You breathe so slowly

Yet so profoundly,

I want to touch you

But I can't.

I'm sorry

But it feels like you're burning

Ever so brightly

You seem happy

In my arms.

I don't melt in yours.

I just can't.

You were so broken

So is Charlie

So am I;

Broken pieces can't be put together

To form a whole

That's what I told you

While you held my breasts

In your hands.

You said you didn't want to let go

I escaped

How could I?

I was scared

So was Charlie

So are you

So we are.

I read on the news

That Charlie was deported

Cocaine

They said it was;

I thought of you

As I saw his picture

It was your sadness

I saw on paper

Reflected

In his eyes.

He looks like you,

Doesn't he?

He looks like you

"Don't you think he looks like Jack?" ....



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