The Towel's Being Washed

Necessary and of-the-moment.

06/20/13

 

The towel's being washed.

No more titillating scent of

     caramelized pecan pie

To remind me what you make of me.

 

No.

 

No more reminder of how you said,

"I can tell.  Your breathing changes.

I love it.  I love listening to you!"

 

Nothing left to bode your confessional admittance,

"It's not just biochemical.  It's all of me.  It's you!"

 

Pictures remain.

In them, now vagueness.

They still hold beauty,

But no longer glisten brilliantly with hope.

They resonate only vibrant sighs

Denoting seedlings of riddles, questions,

And concerns in my mind;

As-well-as discolored sensations in my soul

Lying moon-colored yet

Flavorless in the back of my throat.

 

I listen.

I feel.

I write words.

 

I am free.

 

The towel's being washed,

For now taking what you make of me

To become one with the sea.

 

 

Reviews

[Androglossia]

With my current situation, I can say I can personally connect to this write. Well I guess it's best to call it critical set of circumstances. Well, we can't avoid them, can we? All we need to do is recognize them to understand thier purpose so transition can take place quicker than expected. I sensed recognition more than acceptance on this poem. Great pour of emotion there, Mel. I was moved.

[Melobldnfr]

I don't know which is harder: living with that whole "the one who got away" thing, or knowing you and that being may be able to have something more again one day (just not now). I am in some sort of weird limbo that is new to me. Xo.

[Androglossia]

I'll go with the former. Presumption ends, supposition doesn't. It will continue to hurt us until we will see reasonable evidence.

[Melobldnfr]

Xo. Thinking there's a lot we could talk about. Xo.

[Androglossia]

Ha! I think so too !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, metaphorically ripe with innunendo...such a good piece of writing...

hinting nicely...subtley sexy...but vast in ambiguity as an ocean of feelings.

[Melobldnfr]

Ah. An ocean of feelings. Yes, thanks.

[Frieda P]

This feels like Heaven & Hell to me, takes me back to a special someone, and that place somewhere in between a wasteland and ecstasy.