Monday, September 7, 2009

The Desert's Bloom



I saw him go

I knew he would

and every day that fell from the clock

I loved him more

Watched as he delivered mail for free, danced with other women, around poles

around me

So I tied his shoe laces to my chair

stole his free smile, three seconds selfishly

offered my eyes until he was in my arms

looking back at me

It wasn’t until I kissed him goodbye

that I realized,

flowers in the desert bloom so quickly!

And how lucky was I

before it had come and gone away

Inhaled deeply

the intoxicating bouquet

1 comment:

  1. I love how this poem shifts toward the end like a sonnet. & i miss the shit out of u by the way.

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