Prism
I stood there oblivious of time, as the seconds passed
Disregarding the gallons of water pouring over me
Shame on me!
Guilt made me shut the shower off, the same which
Makes me save aluminum cans in my purse…
Like a transient – much better then not recycling, no?
I stare at the teardrops adhered to the shower curtain
Then slowly I study those water droplets bouncing
Off my nude form. I look at my breasts and marvel
At how beautiful they are -- that is the Narcissus in me
As I squeeze the silken orbs for lack of other hands,
I sigh, and I blame this on the state of the economy
I juxtapose how the firm, lush fruits must be rotting
Away at the Grand Central Market. Juicy peaches,
Mangos, avocados, and melons are looked on with
Longing, while the rats feast on them when the lights
Shut off…such a waste. As I paint my toenails pink,
The song the Rolling stones crone, plays in my mind
“If you can’t have the one you want, you get what
You need.” ….I sing this over and over while my
Roaming hands travel over the winding landscape
Of my body, as it thirstily absorbs a layer of lotion
I close my eyes for a moment, before I have to dress
And I think that I too, am wasting away...in desire
Other hands might have to do, sure
Yet, will I shut my mind long enough
To endure? Perhaps I should seek a deaf mute
Then only hands and lips will be used to communicate
There is no need for banal chat anyway; it is such a bore
The language of passion is plenty enough, of that I am sure
"The Metamorphosis of Narcissus" c.1937 by Salvador Dali
