Windows Poems Doors
for E.M.J.

i.
what about her
am I unable to get at
or pick up or touch

her dresses, her outfits
though made of cloth
are walls between us

she is a city behind city walls

walls against what is oppositional
against some who
are on her side

ii.
on her side in bed bare
after love making
chin upon her palm, chatting

what gestures she makes
what language her body speaks

when she turns about
when she rolls over
when she opens her mouth

with whom is she intimate
who sees her naked
unashamed to bare herself

her giggling, her intellect
all she has to reminisce about

all she needs to wear

who sees her bare
besides her mirror
as tall as she is
on her bed room wall


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:16 p.m. 05.05.08