catatonic love poem

catatonic love poem

when i was blind boy
stevie wonder
your glasses touched me
for evermore

making the decisions
working in the light
you saw clearly
and cried for me (once)

in transition
you bought your contact lenses
went dabbing at watering eyes

and now i am diana ross
it is holy thursday
and i will love you

till the frames of your contact lenses
have rusted away

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 12, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Confused about who you are? Or just catatonic? Love can be for a long, long time, however. Wish I knew about forever, but what’s that?


    • This is a personal memoir, written many years ago, but still capable of evoking old feelings, an inescapable “what if …?” and a sigh, inescapable romantic that I remain. (At least part of the time.)


  2. How many drinks did you have before you wrote this one? 😉


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