lace

Wondering what comes

next, if I don’t kiss you

again.

Wear cufflinks made

of pearl shell

An elbow on

the tavern bar

until off the snowy

highway

you come back again.

If I belong to you

no longer

I won’t know what

to want at sunset

except a scarf

across my heart

until from some

abandoned lover

you pull me in

and laugh

about its color.

When all that's left

are dreams and

night or day don’t matter.

From the last lace shop

In the universe

You wind your way

around me

A ring around a planet

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- ah... ravishing poetry with beautiful images... -- i don't recall reading a poem which mentioned "cufflinks made of pearl shell" ever before... and the closing image is to die for... -- it seems like you're a very skilled and sensitive poet...