looking at you <br />i make stories about your face <br />lovely stories (though there were betrayals <br />of the skin, i decide not to include it there) <br />for a person like you shies away from pain <br />from that which burns <br />all these you try to evade and so you keep running away <br />from everything that signifies <br />heat and fire) <br /> <br />but so much so for that <br />my stories travel to your hands <br />(i have this theme about tenderness <br />caress, affection, love and love <br />and holding one on top of the other <br />fingers intertwining) i <br />do not want to stop in there <br /> <br />my stories shall travel to your feet <br />and i shall remember <br />(those stamping of the feet <br />on the ground <br />not the dance in bed <br />but the leaving of footsteps <br />the closing of the door <br />and the final sound of the <br />thuds) <br /> <br />the ending will be sad <br />there was someone who left without saying goodbye <br />while the other <br />was still in bed soundly sleeping.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-at-you-i-shall-tell-some-stories/
