Unguarded

This poem was created from a blend of details from past love interests and some embellished imagery that I wanted to use to keep the theme of elements and passage of time present in the piece.

The Crisp, bright, open sky

The Fading, dismal, browning Earth


Each takes me back to bittersweet memories


A Calming but broken, lightly tattered gaze


Quickening pulse pulls the blood from my face


And I blink.


They’ll be gone again, the memories, once the fog catches the sinful breeze’s eye


Free and unguarded, they dash off toward the horizon


So solid and real your hand felt in mine


Now the tips of my fingers graze only the chilled-wind and wasted time


Recalling the unyielding presence of old pine trees and the acrid aroma of burning firewood that filled up my lungs


Knowing the shifting rumble of your chest against my ear with each absent-minded hum


You held me captive in your warmth and safe in your unguarded gaze


I was a prisoner picked, plucked and stuck without the need to escape


Except, not a single truth, only deceptive lies thrived, harboring in the sweet cadence of your forevermore lullaby


Again, I close my eyes at the whistle touch of the wind grazing my face


I remember your eyes and whisper your name.