Saved by Noodles
By amlee
Fri, 25 Oct 2013
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Lowering my lashes
I escaped the lance
the near wounding of
your ranging glance.
Half blushed, half crushed
by your persistent penetration
of my weak strongholds
I buckled at the puzzled probes
of your sensible nonsense
your devout heresy digging
my doubts, picking the scabs
of my most feared oblivion
to unearth nought, tumbling
down my rabbit loopholes
my nowhere nightmares.
Egging to enlarge our chasm.
Another would have left me
cold. Arctic river heart
frozen at the mouth.
Dead wood witness
dread despaired at my
dessicated competence
my bone dry immobility
my arid ineptitude.
Yet I only warmed
to your suicidal theocide.
Drawn like blood from a fever
to the cool twinkle behind
your laughing derision
to your half hopes against
disintegration.
You dared my eleventh hour
break fast of words.
Tried to tease from me
a tyrannical torrent
of meagre manoeuvres:
to justify the unjust
to plumb the unfathomable
to weave wisdom into the folly
of a mysterious, permissive will.
But I merely crossed my heart
and my ankles about yours
under chequered tablecloth.
Held your bones, my tongue
and your gaze.
In sweet, silent surrender
I let love pour, ooze over
the void like bitter
buttery chocolate.
Till you licked your lips
and locked my eyes.
Then that easy peace
that was the real you and me
flowed once more across hearts
somehow spanned the narrowing
expanse, the no man's land
of bamboo chopsticks
and white china bowls.
Finally you broke
the impasse, and laughed.
So I lifted my lashes
once again, flutter smiled
to send a thousand butterflies
into our unbloody battle plain
chalked up again a momentary truce
to an appetite for noodles
pipping the hunger for God.
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