Sunday, April 29, 2007

Finger-nails

If you will not sleep with me, let’s talk about the soul.
I think the soul is what the body imagines as its opposite.
When the body feels like a cut flower, it imagines the soul a diamond.
When the body drags like an animal, it imagines the soul air.

This is probably false but certainly more benevolent
than thinking of them as opponents—
the body as a threshing floor for the soul’s harvest,
or the soul an interrogator of the body’s secrets.

Some question the idea of a soul, or the need,
They are usually naïve materialists and I confess
I’ve said one or two things, in the past, that sounded like their creed,
but tonight I prefer to think

of the soul as the finest sensations of the body,
not just an idea but the poem of its height, length and breadth,
the first kiss,
the finger-nails, on which the body contemplates its death.


Plan for this poem-in-progress

3 comments:

red said...

hey jee, you updated ur photo! haha.. i must say you work out a lot huh? smirks. i prefer your previous pic. but all a tad too dark. =)

Jee Leong Koh said...

Yeah, the photos are too dark. Still waiting for someone really good to photograph or paint me.

red said...

how about standing in a more exposed area?