Damn You

Damn you.

All I can remember from warring

with you

is the scent of old leather.

The clink of your keys

and the wildflowers

you let die in your car.

The mulberry stains

on the sleeves of your shirt

and the hum of that ‘67 engine.

A pat on the shoulder--

it was sarcastic

But 

it felt nice.

 

The mocking grin illuminated

by eerie yellow streetlights

and the moon.

It reflects off the onyx 

on your wrist--

The one that matches mine

and wordlessly speaks

“you can’t get rid of me.”

 

That means you love me.

 

Damn you.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is so good dear Anna. When it is "So good". We are done. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Delmar Cooper]

Delightful writing. The price of long love is long knowledge.