love: recast
love is laughing
to yourself, quietly
as you gaze
over to see the full
glass of soda which
you were asked to fetch
just sitting there, untouched
while condensation, diamond-like
beads rearrange this reflection
an affection distorted
segmented by ice and glass
recast into my eyes
and carbonation continues
to rise, because she fell
asleep again, in her usual spot
waiting for me
to become sleepy
too tired - to read or write
to yourself, quietly
as you gaze
over to see the full
glass of soda which
you were asked to fetch
just sitting there, untouched
while condensation, diamond-like
beads rearrange this reflection
an affection distorted
segmented by ice and glass
recast into my eyes
and carbonation continues
to rise, because she fell
asleep again, in her usual spot
waiting for me
to become sleepy
too tired - to read or write
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 4:45 AM
4 Comments:
oh...this is beautiful.
I’m not a poet, and my blog is mostly full of right brained babble, but I recognize quality when I read it.
This piece is of quality.
The goose bumps NEVER lie.
It shows the love you offer when you do a small mundane tasks for her, and it shows that love reciprocated.
I’ve been reading around your blog, I’m feeling like my last comment was an overstatement of the obvious, but it still stands.
No. The goose bumps never do lie. Do they?
Whatever's whatever. I'm just so happy that you're reading.
thankx
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