A Poem For Elle

She floats through my eyes

like butterflies do,

turning up the corners 

passing a smile.

I am warm

in the middle

of her life,

as she is the anchor

that holds me down,

centered.

Siting on the floor

sipping wine,

she invites me over

to hold her hand.

I brought her a sunflower

and a bucket of milk,

passing time 

creatively;

as if 

there were any other way.

And we have happy moments

when we forget

about the past, 

pushing the pain

out of her bedroom window.

And I fall asleep before she does,

always, every single time.

I wonder what she sees in 

those moments,

I wonder if she smiles.

I wonder if she smiles.

Reviews

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~~ exquisite writing... ~~ you're a very skilled and very sensitive poet... ~~ you give the reader a glimpse of the atmosphere that inspired this poem... ~~ it's like living the moment before the poem was written... maybe when the poet wasn't even thinking of writing it... but just living life poetically...

[Misery]

You are shaping that irresistible block of marble into a thing superlative, dear poet.