Oct
02
Today, Kate told me that her favorite poem of mine was “Inside.” For your reading pleasure, I have included the poem below:
Let me tango with your baby toe,
camp inside the caverns of your nose.
Let me lie in the small of your spine,
drink all the wine inside your eyes.
I’ll ski down the slope of your cheek,
hike up the hills that are your knees.
May I sink in the sweetness of your lips
and smooth out the curviness in your hips?
I’ll wrap myself in your excess skin,
walk my fingers down your pointy chin.
Let me strum the veins inside your hands
and search your heart for unseen lands.
May I weave myself within your hair,
strip your freckled shoulders til they’re bare?
strip your freckled shoulders til they’re bare?
Can I hide and sneak between your teeth
Oh, I’ll swing from the arches of your feet.
I can tease your mouth into a smile
and sit on your crown for a little while.
Let me caress the lobes of your tiny ears
and sift the salt from your sliding tears.
Oh, I love the little parts of you,
to discover that true beauty’s true.
From the sunrise til dark eventide,
look in your soul–I’m there inside.
Like words are acquaintances to me, old poems are like friends of mine. Ah, yes, I remember writing this poem. It was the summer of 2005 and I was in Lithuania, if I’m correct, and writing this poem in a bus or something. I had recently watched the 2002 movie “The Importance of Being Earnest” on TV in some European country. Now, I absolutely LOVE that movie and will watch it anytime, anywhere. Oscar Wilde is so clever and witty, with his play on earnest/Ernest. And really, you can’t go wrong with a Rupert Everett/Colin Firth combo.
Anyway, so they sing a song (“Lady Come Down”) in the movie (which was actually written by Oscar Wilde) and the melody was stuck in my head for the longest time. It’s such a cute, little ditty. I had the melody in my head while I wrote this poem. So, you can read it to the melody–kind of–if you please 