I remember you as you were those months ago –
The budding marigold in the arms of the wind.
Time has spiked silence on our court and pinned
Our tangled nights to the bullseye, but even so
In my thoughts your gaze still volleys with mine;
We walk through the zoo of lights, aquarium of words,
Bump shoulders and fingers. Still, the birds we heard
In the cedar trees have long since flown. The train line
We rode to the same place has stopped for now.
But I’ll pick up the blossoms of days with you from the ground,
And put them in a vase until we meet again, whenever
That may be. I’ll set them on the mantlepiece and vow
To leave and let it bloom, till the day comes around –
We’ll meet, we’ll embrace, and embrace – a moment of forever.
Written January 17, 2019.
Parameters: Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s own “I remember you as you were” poem, very loose Petrarchan sonnet
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You threaded your fingers through my hair, kissed my jaw, and said,
“It’s a shame time was too short, space too long.” I was hushed
By your butterfly lips that quivered on my neck, and shushed
By your weaving arms around my waist. I wanted instead
For you to say, “No matter the oceans between us to tread,
No matter what storms, crowds, chaos be spread, I’d rush
Through the cosmos to reach your side. I’d crush
The hourglasses to shards and sweep the sand, so I could dart ahead
Of time itself to the point where our lines once more converge
For when we are together, timing doesn’t matter.”
Yet when your hands tangled in mine I cared not about forever,
But rather if you thought that then was right and meant to be as well?
With a knotted kiss and coiled legs, the chance and urge
To ask fluttered away, and now, only time will tell.
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When we said goodbye on Beacon Street we hugged.
I smelled must on your jacket, lemon-mint in your hair.
I would have sighed, nested my chin in your shrug
In another universe, but all I dared
Was smile before walking away. In another universe
It may well be that we’d’ve kissed as lovers will,
Embraced, laced hands, awoken side by side, traversed
Deserts, mountains, planets, and shooting stars until
We’re at the moon river’s end, just to go back and return
Again. In another universe, maybe
We’d hug and not go, or we’d never have met and I’d not yearn.
But in this universe we said goodbye on Beacon Street
And though in another universe, I’d be a lover if I could,
Perhaps in this universe, “goodbye” is just as good.
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A brief contemplation on a naive young woman’s first sexual encounter and the meaning of intimacy – whether physical or romantic.
When they first met, to her, he was just another face in the crowd, standing at the top of the stairs, waiting, looking out at the mountains sprawling beyond the traffic of the city.
But the night he brought her home and kissed her, he whispered against her lips that he wanted her. It was only at that moment that she really saw his face for the first time.
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