Monday, September 15, 2008
To Become You (poem)
To Become You
How can I talk to you
as if you were
another person,
a thing detached,
some sort of artifice or projection.
It would be like
talking to
myself,
whispering secrets
in the dark
with a lover
who has become
your own flesh,
your mirror
image.
I do not mean to commit
sacrilege.
It is just that breath
which enters
becomes part of you
like this.
Or water which
infuses your veins.
Perhaps the sacrifice
is ourselves.
We surrender
what we are
in order to become
you.
Dorothy Walters
September 11, 2008
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How can I talk to you
as if you were
another person,
a thing detached,
some sort of artifice or projection.
It would be like
talking to
myself,
whispering secrets
in the dark
with a lover
who has become
your own flesh,
your mirror
image.
I do not mean to commit
sacrilege.
It is just that breath
which enters
becomes part of you
like this.
Or water which
infuses your veins.
Perhaps the sacrifice
is ourselves.
We surrender
what we are
in order to become
you.
Dorothy Walters
September 11, 2008
.
