You are perplexing,
when my eyes close you are still there
embedded behind my lids.
I pretend to understand you but
I have yet to unravel the enigma
slyly slipping through me.
Your soft growl calls out my emotions,
holds me tender with soft pads or still with
the fierce clamp of jaws at my throat.
What I know of you I’ve learned through osmosis,
those flickers of intimacy I’ve pulled like roots of teeth.
Every instinct urges flee but with your breath on my face
it is always too late.
One thing I know for sure,
you are skilled at breaking and entering.
No longer a subtle nuance,
crumbling ashes expose me
bare to the outside world and within.
Only fire can make me whole, where is
the flame that burned like the sun?
These amorous teeth aching to bite
soothe the throb of a wounded tongue.
Conflicted eyes follow you through weeds
to cast my sword of roses,
sweet but with thorns and all the
hurt a life can hold.
Still I follow you into history
give you my drop of blood.
In the whir of time I reach back
into a vast universe of memories
to recapture the light held captive,
to bring it forward like a tiny globe
of fire reflected in the irides of my eyes
or an ocean storming in my palm.
Escaping life we draped our nights in promises
breathed them silky as softly burning psalm.
Your memoir is imprinted on my heart,
one gentle sway and suddenly I remember.
art by Billy Knight
Remember back when you were a rock star
and I was a hippie angel?
How comfortable we were with our
heart and souls bared.
Do you remember now that you are so far
away that night in Eden when you came to me
and I came to you and the rest of the world
We held on to one another, made love and cried
decided never to speak of how every time
the lights went out you rushed to me,
so tender, coming and going.
Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,
yes, it still matters to me.
Do you remember our anguished goodbye?
Neither do I.
Resa and the Rock Star
Dedicated to Resa @ https://artgowns.com