2022-03-05 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
letter to the lover who takes my breath away How are you these days? It’s been too long since our eyes first locked, that perky sunny day out in the backroads of Texas, you, frolicking in those yellow, yellow sunflower fields like little faces entering stasis when the director yells
“FREEZE!” That winter we shared paths at the local rink. Families, couples, us too, savoring the irrational comfort of the holidays—giving, joying, hoping for the season. The snow fell gently, tiny ice pillows like tulips like young dancers at the climax of performance snipped
Short. A disastrous affair. Our night out, short on cash, pockets of empty air. Offended, our spirits found their own, flew high towards the sun and our bodies towards the faux marble table, sticky with rich poisons and show-dont-tell fables. We gingerly snuck by and savored our damn sweet time.
Remember those days? When it was carefree to be and freeing to see what the fishermen caught thrifting in the sea: an absentee mother, a delinquent pearl, the suffocating carcass of hope, gasping for air moaning for air begging for my breath back.
notes
- should i have “dear …” at the beginning?
- i used to have dear sadness but i think that’s too explicit. I want more mystery perhaps?