Lucky Number Seven

For her.

There’s a side of you

I can’t stop staring at,

it’s the same side

that has been there the whole time,

 

shifting and shaping

molding and creating

 

until it eventually softens

just right,

 

perfect imperfections

 

like sand falling through your

hourglass shape

and into a hidden cup

I want to drink from,

quenching a thirst

I had long thought gone away

and left me dry-mouthed

apathetic and unimaginative,

 

but your picture

            lucky number seven

a visual scripture

of peace and poetry

of lustful grace

of sinful wisdom

of anticipation and assuredness

of what’s to come,

 

and how sweet it will taste

when there is no cover,

no triangle to wear

or fill in

 

besides where our love has been.

 

Reviews

[Cheryl J. Turner]

Beautiful! I love the direction you have taken with this piece it is so refreshing.

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

your great! dont stop writting!!

[C. Harter Amos]

Really an unusual take on love. Glad to find you're back on WC and enjoyed reading through several of your poems. Your writing seems to have changed in a very fundamental way, but excellent as always. - Mimi.

[Eric]

I'm back. Having spent a year submitting my stories to online literary art journals, I've returned for the friendlier exchanges here in the cafe. And truth be told, I've missed a few "old" friends, namely you.

I like this poem, Adam. My favorite line: "like sand falling through your, hourglass shape."

You still have a way with words.

Your long lost bud,
Eric

[Bethany Woody]

I'm thinking memories of a love that was lost and then recaptured. I absolutely love the line perfect imperfections. I may have to steal that with permission of course, ;)! This is great writing. I'm so glad to be reading your stuff again, it's been way too long since I was active on here!

BDub

[Kiri J]

This makes me happy. I missed your stuff.
Hey, tell some some stuff, yeah? It's been a while since we talked about stuff.

xx