Friday, June 30, 2006

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

4 Comments:

Blogger westcoastmama said...

oh...this is beautiful.

1:51 PM  
Blogger fineartist said...

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.

2:00 AM  
Blogger fineartist said...

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.

2:10 AM  
Blogger Sir James Eric Watkins said...

No. The goose bumps never do lie. Do they?

Whatever's whatever. I'm just so happy that you're reading.

thankx

2:25 AM  

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