Interpretation of the Word Greed - Christ Keivom
On how much I want you, there is no ending.
I stand on the edge, looking for the horizon;
finding nothing. I walk back to the starting point.
If love is a condition how sick I become—
Longing remembers your absence.
The absence remembers your memory.
All day, I become the shadow of a shape
that is slowly losing its shape.
& all I want is to be that which
is everywhere and be wherever you are:
air, sky, anything you pass by.
How similar the words lost & cost.
which is love without the lover.
If my name was a breath—
Would it be an inhale or an exhale?
Strange how, when your mouth is on mine
the body fills up like a balloon,
ascending to the ceiling. & as if by a string,
desire keeps me tethered to your body.
What did Kunitz say to his wife in that poem?
“Touch me. Remind me who I am”
& when you do, my hands ask for more, more, more.
Christ Keivom (he/him), is currently pursuing his master's in English Literature from Delhi University. His work has previously appeared in Novus Literary Arts Journal, Mulberry Literary, Monograph Mag, Write now lit, The Chakkar, Farside Review, Spotlong Review, Agapanthus Collective, Native Skin, and Blue Marble Review to name a few.
