A dazzling affair, her sprawl.
I survey the chattering chaos
With my back against the wall.
I bet you, they can’t see it all.
Bitterly imbibing a liquid dessert
I wonder at her pointed invite.
She’s quick to laugh, quicker to flirt.
So maybe I’m not as over the hurt.
I’d like to be out there, in her gardens
Spilling all my questions at her feet.
But seeing her mingling only hardens
The kiln-ready armor that harkens
Back to a more vulnerable time
When all we knew of life was love.
So, I drown myself in lost, pale lines
Dividing my torture from my sublime.
“How’s life?” She asks like she must.
But she knowingly smirks, dimpling.
“Why am I even here?” I verbally fuss.
Quieting: “You’re the only one I trust.”
Hard to comprehend. Harder to believe.
“You could have anyone,” I counter.
“You’re right,” she quickly agrees.
“But, to me, anyone but you deceives.”
Caught up, I war after her meaning.
(I’d rather reminisce peaceful past.)
Surely she knows I’m a fool for her
But I know she’d never ask me back…
“What do you want from me?” I say.
She sighs: “Your world, everything.”
I begin to wander away, as if my life
Hasn’t been just a series of journeys
Away from her, and back to her side.
Like she wasn’t the one pivot point for me.
She laughs, “Oh, don’t be such an ass!
“Dance with me!” She grabs the hand ’round my glass.
“With you–?” I manage. But then we’re off
And the room folds like her invitation
As my heart sprawls out and up to loft
With the heady smell of carnation.
Her eyes have become two islands
And my gaze flits between their sands.
Time has become only these words
And this gossamer feeling that exists
In all four corners of the world
Where I always surrender to her kiss.