Husbands And Wives Poem by ryan blood

Husbands And Wives



you no longer tell me your dreams
you, who for so long,
came to me willing
and divulged to my open ears
the stories
of your subconscious.
you, who has grown older
and wiser
you who knows better
than to dream any longer.
you whose words
do not
reach my ears
the way the drums do
the gunshots
you and your blue eyes
are no longer so open
that i can take from you
what it is i want to know.
and though your dreams
i do not learn
it is your sleep i study
tracing the outline of you beside me
your war-torn body against mine
and
in this moonlight i forget
you are my husband
whose body has been beside mine
so many years
whose hands have touched me
and i have touched
for years;
decades;
centuries;
lifetimes;
and then the nights
when you no longer dream
of anything; of me
you are too tired
you roll over and turn out the lights
and i leave the room
remembering those days
when we were younger
both willing
in a hotel room far off on an unnamed road
the family next door
banging
the walls
telling us
our radio is too loud
and we have become them
those dreamless dead
we have become the tired husbands
and wives
and in the night i come to you
back to the room
i have no dreams
but i have myself
tired as i am
and i say to you
(you who were so willing once)

take what you need.

(summer 2006)

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