Superman and Lois Lane
Posted: 15 Jan 2018, 22:17
Superman and Lois Lane
I want to open up to Superman
like a moist plant to light.
Just as I think I'm beginning
to crack that boulder in his chest
he calls a heart, his phone rings.
"Sorry, Lois. I have to take this…"
and suddenly he's diving out
an open window, waving g'bye.
He's right, of course. Saving
the world comes first. Just once
couldn't he give me priority?
Supe, I whisper as I lean into
his unblemished body, I know
you're the best in the world
at your job. But are you the best
romantic? It's a weakness that
you could work on. "You're right,"
he says, in that convivial voice
--kind, generous, the same voice
he talks to everyone with. Why
can't he talk to me in a different
voice, hushed, raspy, heavy?
But how can I not forgive him?
When he does find time for a quick
kiss, a surge of energy floods
my nerves. It's like a power outage
and suddenly the power grid is online
again, every suburb in my body
lighting up. All night as he circles
the planet, saving Paris, New Delhi,
Minneapolis, I lie on my bed,
adrift in dreams, a cruise ship
on a dark sea, its portals
brightly lit
I want to open up to Superman
like a moist plant to light.
Just as I think I'm beginning
to crack that boulder in his chest
he calls a heart, his phone rings.
"Sorry, Lois. I have to take this…"
and suddenly he's diving out
an open window, waving g'bye.
He's right, of course. Saving
the world comes first. Just once
couldn't he give me priority?
Supe, I whisper as I lean into
his unblemished body, I know
you're the best in the world
at your job. But are you the best
romantic? It's a weakness that
you could work on. "You're right,"
he says, in that convivial voice
--kind, generous, the same voice
he talks to everyone with. Why
can't he talk to me in a different
voice, hushed, raspy, heavy?
But how can I not forgive him?
When he does find time for a quick
kiss, a surge of energy floods
my nerves. It's like a power outage
and suddenly the power grid is online
again, every suburb in my body
lighting up. All night as he circles
the planet, saving Paris, New Delhi,
Minneapolis, I lie on my bed,
adrift in dreams, a cruise ship
on a dark sea, its portals
brightly lit