Jul 2020
What I have learned
is your body,
the fluidity of it
like drinking
a burgundy glass
of pinot noir.
Forgive me for this February
pink rainfall
but the stars of you
make an exquisite ellipsis,
your touch
my private voltage.
I dream
your eyes at night,
sea-sprayed freckles,
salt-blessed lips,
your smile a welcome echo
on my own face.
Is love
only learning?
If so, teach me
so I learn and learn again,
hand be the compass,
the heart an atlas.
is your body,
the fluidity of it
like drinking
a burgundy glass
of pinot noir.
Forgive me for this February
pink rainfall
but the stars of you
make an exquisite ellipsis,
your touch
my private voltage.
I dream
your eyes at night,
sea-sprayed freckles,
salt-blessed lips,
your smile a welcome echo
on my own face.
Is love
only learning?
If so, teach me
so I learn and learn again,
hand be the compass,
the heart an atlas.
Written: July 2020.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time that was a project of sorts with a good friend of mine (@writingbysa on Instagram), based on a prompt. This is my 'half' of the poem, with the other piece called 'expectant, breathless.' All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time that was a project of sorts with a good friend of mine (@writingbysa on Instagram), based on a prompt. This is my 'half' of the poem, with the other piece called 'expectant, breathless.' All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
