Sunday, July 11, 2010

Wilt














I can still vividly recall
that smell that smiled
at me in the hall
as I wandered past
your door.
Maybe it was the shelves full
of overpriced perfume,
but I’d bet it was just you
in full bloom
the long spiral petals
of your hair
gold leafed brown to match
your stare;
I didn’t dare
linger
long.

Instead I climbed
the stairs
to the balcony
from where
I could watch you
from above
& pretend we were
in love.
You looked even better
from that height
where I could stay
just out of sight
& make believe I’d written
silly poems
just for you

Even then I knew
I’d spend my days
in your company.
What I didn’t know,
what I couldn’t see
was how exactly it would all go
that I’d waste a decade
chasing dreams
the recurring nightmare
of my life in memes
& all that time
freedom
was always only
a whisper
away

So now the make believe
is done,
pretending’s over,
fantasies spun.
Instead of settling
we have won,
although the bloom
is all but consumed;
& we are left
slowly wilting
in the sun
but we shine
& the aroma’s stronger
now—potpourri &
vintage
wine

We climb together now—
the balcony is closed
but the curtains of our stage
are just now opening wide,
as we perform in repose;
& who knows
how long it’ll take
before we wilt away.
I won’t even allow
my mind to wander there,
anymore.
Instead, I’ll bask
in the glow
of the love that would grow
from a passing scent as I walked
past your door.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fernando that was beautiful. All the more beautiful because I get it. Completely I think. Glad it's going well. Glad you are well.

The Word Pimp said...

Thank you, Anonymous.

Anonymous said...

Loved it :)