Nancy Bennett
REGRESSIONS
This is how a wound feels with no bandage on
open to the night and you and I in separate
beds
dream separate dreams
having tried to solidify the union man/wife
we dream of our pasts and
to regression we go, each looking for why
we can't
slice it/hack it
as a pair.
Folded like a samurai sword , we look for parallels
in each other's pasts
under curtains of time, uncloaking the mystery
Does our present/past unhappiness arise from the
darkness?
Dare we listen to the murmurs of our past lives
echoing back who we once were...
I am the discarded one
I turn I walk away, prideful , I have caused real pain in your eyes
I have seen it behind your
lies of indifference
and you are not one to be shunned.
Through my back, a stream of blood from the arrow,
you laugh as I fall, you grip the bow, no one
walks away from you and as I awake, fresh hate surfaces in your eyes
and reflects in time in mine....
No one speaks on the way home,
you seem disturbed but you don't apologize,
you know the marriage is over and
you pack and get ready to leave.
My eyes are fire, no one walks from me, and when your
back is turned the sword that hangs on the mantle tears you
from your shoulder to your lung, as you gasp in
pain
Oh! fresh pain! Old Pain! Its all the same
and I laugh as you fall...
They find me, still fingering the blood from the blade
Some would say karma, others say madness
but as they lock
me, the chair, the sizzling switch
I have to wonder "so this is it, this is all
there is?"
and I have to wonder
what will become of
our love
in the next progression ?