You remember our first kisswhen I almost bit your lip? We were standing in the snow.I’ll never forget. You were never judgmental,never heartless, never icy. Didn’t think the day would comewhen you weren’t still beside me. Sleep well, My Love.I’ll be there soon.
Back then, we lost ourselves, faith, minds, in the thick smoke of infidelity, drama, lies exchanged to save face, pride, when in actuality we could’ve been better, had we simply tried.
I write, “A cardinal stopped outside my window and the nurses let me eat pizza.” You write, “Happy Birthday,” and for me to keep my wishes. I write, “I’ll save them for you so one day you can visit.” You write how that would be cool, whenever you feel sick less. I write, “Someday, like […]
“I have an obstinate job for you.” The Man held out The Book. You retreated at the blood but dared to take a look. “Quite rigmarole the task.” The Man rubbed tired eyes. “Then I guess I’ll pass,” you said, to his surprise. Same stubbornness, I noticed, from the day you came here. The Man […]
I feel so alone here. I don’t know what’s wrong. Wake up and the point is a mystery. I can write these words but they can never be enough. Those I love call it drama, but they don’t me. The quiet is so loud here. These instruments of doubt. Try to block them out but […]
We were langoruous,wasting the day in backyardkiddy pools,heat pounding.Breathless,from popsicle kisses,meshing opaline juices,sticky… on… summer sidewalks.Torturous to walkbarefoot,butwe racedbarefootto the end of the block.We were lively.
Damn death- swimming through labyrinthine waves. You were here today, kinetic, tangible, I swear I kissed your face. I swear I gazed upon the light you emanate. Damn. Death, the beauty that doesn’t belong to you, why are you so willing to take?
Remember when we were young, and our guns, were filled with water? & we usurped enemies who breached the porch, refusing to obviate wars? & they barked commands from the 2nd floor window, sending their yipping army of snack thieves? & the only aid we needed was Kool?
We found grace in streams of yesterdays and dreams of tomorrows. We found it in interlaced fingers, tiptoeing on snow-covered decks, in late night fingertip massages, reclined, while winter vibes vibe to crackling firewood. Thank God. We found peace.
She once knew the harmony of words- rose-pink and yellow, birthing brilliant coral. She once knew how to merge them- raw honey, aromatic lemon pound cake tea. She once tasted their emotion- life, love, death&all… Now they escape her. And she wishes to know them again.