The older she gets,
the more she awakes
with somebody’s face strewn in her head
like petals which once made a flower.
What everyone does
is sit by a desk
and stare at the view, till the time
where they live reappears. Mostly in words.
Imagine a girl
turning to see
love stand by a window, taller,
clever, anointed with sudden light.
Yes, like an angel then,
to be truthful now.
At first a secret, erotic, mute;
today a language she cannot recall.
And we’re all owed joy,
sooner or later.
The trick’s to remember whenever
it was, or to see it coming.
Experience does not guard us from longing.Wistful preoccupation is not just youth’s heated territory! In fact the passage of time renders us perhaps even more susceptible to the intimacy of connection.Sleeplessness here suggest both haunting and obliquely acknowledged arousal through the abandonment of the ‘petals’ . The fragile image of the ‘strewn’ face in the first stanza reassures us of the recurrence of desire and in this stanza the remergence of some of the lyrical freshness of the original attraction. However it also draws intention perhaps to the loss of the freshness too, as the ‘intact’ perfect flower is now in pieces, suggesting that the idyllic aspect of the ‘crush’ may yield of necessity to dissolution. As the Friends’ Reunited web-site might testify, there is always the lingering fascination with the ‘First Love’ ?