There are museums that show us how people lived
I’ve seen them, I’ve seen recreated living rooms with
fifties furniture, the formica surfaces and geometric wallpapers
or streets from 18th century England
with plastic horses and men
but where are the museums that show us how people loved?
where are the museums that show us the beds secret lovers shared
the letters whispering intensities
the caresses that made women see eternity
or made men forget death
the closest I got was how Victorian women mourned
a headless mannequin, dressed in black lace and cotton
perhaps mourning for a headless man too
but what of the hands with which she touched him?
what of all the hands who have touched the
skin of the person they loved?
there is nothing.
Submitted to ArtParasites by Isha Tracy