Rakish Tilt

When you leaned against the doorframe,

Everything about you was slightly askew,

Like a felted fedora worn on a whim,

A dash of panache, pulled down at the brim

You, the sublime and rakish tilt to my life.

Even my photographs whisper to me

That you were a beautiful mistake,

Side-eye smile, smokes rolled in a sleeve

More Errol Flynn than today could ever believe

You, climbing a fountain to convince the world that you love me.

When you leaned against the doorframe,

You studied my form sprawled in a chair

Reading Dickens and puffing my cheeks just so

Dangling a sandal from my little toe

You, once again out of step with time and me.

With you it was ice and sunbeams,

Always a sunbeam on you, swear to God.

You even smelled like sun, like a summer beach,

Ice cracking, tumbler of Chivas in reach

You, with your hands exploring me instead.

When you leaned against the doorframe,

You seemed solid as the house, itself.

I lean there when I miss you, and I see

The world stands straighter, smelling like me

Me, wanting you more than the air I breathe.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

a fantastic little drama here. Don Juan, seen effortlessly seducing his latest conquest - he was depitced and characterised vividly; we know enough about him to know what type of person he is, but the narrator doesn't get self indulgent. there there is the persona, the narrator who is looking back remembering this person who got to her. but she does not play victimn, there is strength in her voice. she is strong enough to admit she misses him, all the while knowing that there is more to her than this one fling. it is a complex play with characters that come to life.

[Gee]

That was so good to read :)

[Joli Dy]

Thank you.

[Paul in the Buff]

This one leaves me breathless.

[Joli Dy]

That makes me happy.

[Perdition]

I sipped on bourbon, opened the shades, and tilted my eyes and mind on this one. "Ice and sunbeams"...how well they do mix for a bit, all things melting which is that doorframe and more. Who would lean but to dwell on a statement or wonder, " What exactly are you ?" To study the lines and openings, to decide whether to stay or leave but maybe before they do...A beautiful missing of a "straightening".

[Joli Dy]

Your reviews are a delight. Thank you for always making me think.

[Perdition]

An absolute pleasure, of course, "Talent on this measure is quite rare".