Zachary Kluckman

Haunt Me Like A Lover

Haunt me like a lover.
With your long fingernails touching the corners of my mouth
as if you could pluck back every kiss
you ever left there,

unseed me from your womb
and read meaning into me like history.
As if giving permission for me to stand or die
in your shadow,
spilling words across your shoes like fools gold,
melting in the cold behind your eyes.

You like to run your mouth;
so run at me
like razors ruining paper.
Leaving shreds of poetry across the sun.
Little fires that
don’t burn long enough to say anything.
Or pull my hair and leave it laying
like puzzle pieces on Persian rugs,
meaningless as day old cross-words.

Blame me
for the words you should have said.
Words that died like sperm;
making a run at creation
suicidal, artistic,
with impressionist tendencies,
but ultimately;
deadly as honey on finished canvas.

I asked you to shade me
In the empty space where your eyes,
leave me cornered and holy
but you held me up to the sun
where your sunglasses didn’t protect me.
You laughed at me between your fingers.
Singing regrets like hymnals in hallways
with blankets stuffed in the cracks beneath the doors
to sweat rooms full of velvet paintings.

I would fall, fold myself fallow on the ground
to sweep away your footsteps
and render unreal the act of your leaving,
but my heart is dry as a ceremonial drum
that just stopped beating.
I guess the whisper of your hands across my skin
wasn’t enough
to create sound after all.

So your empty promises fall like nickels into the fire,
taped to old photographs
that leave me staring like I’m window shopping for shoes;
still trying to find ways to leave you.
But your memory is cardboard in fire.
A resistant green that finally dies blue, and
makes your stubborn smile grow dim.

When you left,
you dropped vaguely egg shaped tears
on the ground behind you
filled with old german fairy tales,
but I grew up away from your stories,
gathered and hollowed the shells,
planting weeds that remind me daily
to search for new growth
in the most
unexpected new places.

I guess the whisper of your hands across my skin
wasn’t enough
to create sound after all.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, February 20, 2011

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Comments about Haunt Me Like A Lover by Zachary Kluckman

  • Joy Leftow (1/3/2010 11:23:00 AM)

    zoom right in on the promise of love

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  • William Jackson (5/1/2007 1:12:00 AM)

    Wow, now that is what I call a good poem! I only wish I could write so well. Good write, Zachary!

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