Sunday, April 19, 2009

Poem: A Lover's Recourse (dependency)

dépendance / dependency

It is not true that what ascends a flight of stairs
must reach a branch of stars. We too descend by stairs.

I was so wrong to think that lovers will make equals.
A step is higher—or else, lower—on the stairs.

Eager to bring you home, I thought only of bed.
When you left me unsatisfied, I thought of stairs.

You leave me in a dark hallway smelling of shoes.
Does a kiss make a step? Two kisses make a stairs?

Last night I had sex with a white man and a black.
We kept switching places and rolled down the stairs.

I’d rather walk a length of town than take a bus.
Do you prefer the elevator to the stairs?

Your voice answers from up there, faint and powerful:
Don’t be scared, Jee, my runaway. Come up the stairs.

2 comments:

tammyholaiming said...

Really liked this line: "You leave me in a dark hallway smelling of shoes."

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks, Tammy!