Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2019
I sit watching brown eyes
probe affectionately through the haze
at the mirrors created by close family.
I think the intimacy that is made possible
by the sharing of wine, **** and space
in a dim room full of sad love and smoke
will never ceased to amaze me.
The men see themselves in each other
and are both heartened in their own ways
I am drunk now in my way
and The Mirror is ****** in his
and Brown (Green) Eyes is both at once
Appalachian mouths move in turns
to take a hit or a drink or a shot at wisdom
Suddenly the truth of our three souls is laid bare
on the tiny table there between us.
My heart tightens around the words
as they echo through each chamber
growing louder with each reverberation.
β€œHappiness is being able to breathe”

Love you, Frank.
Mandi Wolfe
Written by
Mandi Wolfe  32/F/Athens, Ohio
(32/F/Athens, Ohio)   
     Tory Stiffler and Bogdan Dragos
Please log in to view and add comments on poems