Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

One Look

 

I see the ground entrapping me

My own prison I can’t run from

Though the coast is always clear

And it reminds me of a previous life

In which you were due to step in

 

I see your feet stop at my knees -

My guard keeping me prisoner -

Though you’re just as grounded

And it reminds me of the due date

Which marked our blind beginning

 

I see your spotless knees

As I lift my head and raise my eyes

Though I know the scars are there

And it reminds me of your fall

When your knees showed in your eyes

 

I see your hands have also lost

For they never dared bind to pray -

Though your knees pleaded instead -

And it reminds me of the bloodshed

Whose finger-dripping only I could see

 

I see your chest hardly pump air

Inhaling my untaken breaths

Though you will also soon gasp

And it reminds me of your waste

When your breaths damned me

 

I see your lips I’m still afraid of.
Take my air but please don’t speak

Though they’ve been quietly shut

And it reminds me of the vows

You couldn’t help but to break

 

I see your dead eyes I dared meet

I see your lips blow me a breath

I see your chest quake a sad song

I see your hands surrender to God
I see your knees replace your feet