The itch at my back feels at ease
When a different hand scratches it
Masculine... Bold
Clean black
Hairy at the back of his palm
A week old grown manicure
That's the kind of hand my itch prefers
Dependence in independence
I need you for my unseen itch
To put me at ease?
No! To put my itch at ease
For the itch I see
I scratch
Scratch me hard
Hard enough to ease my itch
But soft enough
To make me feel at ease
And make me know you've got my back
**the central idea of this poem is the satisfaction of cravings. I realised in relationships, be it friends or couples, every individual has a specific need to be met by the other party. In this poem, I need my itch to be scratched...an itch I can't see, obviously at my back cos the ones I can see, I scratch. I want peace. I need peace. And I cannot do it alone so I had to employ a hand, not just any hand but that's compatible to my itch; a man who can give me peace with his touch... With his push... With his support since I was already standing and independent before he stumbled in... **
I love the idea behind this poem. I saw it in the first few lines, (glad the title didn't betray it) and the note on the poem confirmed it.
ReplyDeleteI love the ease of thought, and the internal consistency of the poem. It takes you where it wants you to go. Lovely.