Perfect

Poem about an old boyfriend ... as much as I don't like the poem it is kind of an important part of my writing history

 

Perched contentedly
In the bark roughened crotch
Of an ancient tree
Just the right shape
For two people
Facing his eyes and the sun at his back
Wearing his old, black ball cap
To keep one of the glares
From blinding me
His eyes shine so brightly
That I can see
Myself in a red peasant top
Reflected from the depths
Leaning so close
I can smell his cologne
One dark curl
Falls into his eyes
As he looks at his watch
And I wish that this
Would never end
Yet at the same time
I wish that everything would change

Reviews

[Dan Bullock]

It's good to reflect but it's also an interesting insight to see where you know you should really be.