{random poetry #61}

[ mon semblable ]

i like things my way
every chance i get.
a limit doesn’t exist

when it comes to that.
but please, don’t confuse
what i say with honesty.

isn’t honesty the open yawn
the unimaginable love
more than truth?

anonymous among strangers
i look for those
with hidden wings,

and for scars
that those who once had wings
can’t hide.

though i know it’s unfair,
i reveal myself
one mask at a time.

does this appeal to you,
such slow disclosures,
a lifetime perhaps

of almost knowing one another?
i would hope you, too,
would hold something back,

and that you’d always want
whatever unequal share
you had style enough to get.

altruism is for those
who can’t endure their desires.
there’s a world

as ambiguous as a moan,
a pleasure moan
our earnest neighbors

might think a crime.
it’s where we could live.
i’ll say i love you,

which will lead, of course,
to disappointment,
but those words unsaid

poison every next moment.
i will try to disappoint you
better than anyone ever has.

Dunn, S., in Different Hours