Monday, February 11, 2008

I Am Weary of The Music

I Am Weary of the Music

Valerie Owens

Your fingers pluck at the strings of my heart

Like the musician and his mandolin

Perhaps my heart is out of tune,

For the song you play

Sounds no longer sweetly of blissful adoration

But rather, strange, and off-key,

Like the cacophony of deceit.

The mandolin is played with violent passion

And the cords are pulled ever tighter.

Please untangle your cold hands

from the weakening threads

of my now bleeding heart

I am weary of the music.

Jimi Hendrix

You and I share the close proximity of my car

Jimi Hendrix falls softly from the speakers

The background to our conversation

It is trivial chatter

We talk

about nothing in particular

about anything at all

The banter of youth

My car has been parked


in your driveway

an hour now.

Innocently, of course

It’s Friday night

And I laugh at what the neighbors must think

of the parked car

But you don’t flirt like that

So I don’t share the joke

Jimi sings

“I just want to talk to you…”

I smile, and soak my heart in the soft rises and falls of

your voice

I just want to talk to you

Sunday, February 10, 2008

The Answer

I have wondered of the taste of your lips

for sometime

And now,

now that the question is satisfied

I find that curiosity has a far sweeter taste than truth