Just a Tuesday.

Skin so soft, breathe so faint.

I know I can stay.

At least for tonight…

And, maybe words don’t have to be spoken.

They can stay within.

Maybe we can just sit, like this, and say nothing…

We left the café in a foreboding silence that night.

You opened the car door for me, and I knew,

It was the last time.

Are you there? Between the trees with open arms?

Or are you at home.

Where I know you are.

Blue, Green and Purple smoke.

Surrendering to the malicious appeal of the drop

Of amber poison.

It’s bitter.

But tomorrow is a new day; a new limerick. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"And, maybe words don’t have to be spoken.
They can stay within. "
A powerful and beautiful poem. The words felt like a whisper of a secret of the night. I did like the ending. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

I'm always perturbed by how most of the people on here don't review real poetry. I, personally, can post poems and such that use a lot of metaphors and of the like and nobody seems to understand them, let alone try to. So when I see a fine lady like yourself who's written a nice poem that one can't really understand right off the bat, it's nice.

It's nice because it leaves something to the imagination of your readers, yet you will always know the true meaning.

Also, I like how you make benign and mundane things become poetic and lyrical.