Poetry / Knees

Knees

This is not you.
I do not know you, the way my body knows you: Pulls to you,
lurches, absconds, leaving me hollow and burning.

This is not you.
I do not know you, the way I know my knees:
Every crack and line, every scar, bruise and scrape.
An odd bump, inexplicable: My recollections buried deep within it.

These things are the way I know the difference:
Left from Right. Love from Lust.

But this:

This is not you.

I do not know you, the way you seem to know yourself:
Your sharp wit cuts. Funny. Cruel. Your hair could be Brown. Red.
But today it was gold.

Eyes Grey? Or Brown? You are plain and beautiful. Your voice grates and I cherish it. You stand tall. Powerful. Strong. But today you were vulnerable.

Where are your lines? Your scrapes, scars and bruises?

These things are why I don’t know the difference.

How are your knees?

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kongming avatar Random Review

October 10, 2008

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And interesting way of adding a picturesque “landscape” to the idea that you can’t know someone as fully as yourself but as time passes you end up knowing that person more than you know yourself.

I’d drop the question at the end though

Willow_Wren avatar General Stranger

October 09, 2008

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This is either a love poem or a poem extolling the narrator’s knees. If it is the first, the object of desire is never defined or clarified. “This is not you” is a declarative statement said to whom about what? That is what is missing in this poem. Yet it is undeniable that the narrator has slept with whomever is addressed in this poem by the passionate remarks in S1. In S2 we are given an intimate recount of the narrator’s knees, more knowable to the narrator than the person who “is not you.” I would assume the color of eyes would be known if they had been intimate. I would like to know why the other was vulnerable today. There is something quite intriguing about this poem, a mysterious quality but it is yet unresolved and leaves this reader wondering what it is all about.

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