-----------A Poem by Lemuswell....
Today, for the first time
in the few weeks I’ve known you, there is sun that splashes overwhelming warmth and light off trees and cliffs and takes saturated greens, reds, and the blue of the ocean with it. We stop there, at the narrow ledge of a shoreline shoved by the rocks right out into steel gray water. We charge into the rolling waves and straight away the cold grips our arms and legs while the waves make try after try in shifts to fling us out We stumble out stinging, with small tense steps, hugging ourselves It’s still too early for us to go swimming. The sun shines but the water hasn't warmed yet. Too much, too soon. Back at your house the shirt I gave you to keep warm in is beside me while I lay in your bed as you wash up. My fingers move like dreamy spider legs reeling the fabric toward me. I pinch and slide flannel between my fingers -- It’s still soft in spite of the saltwater, which I can still smell hiding subtly between each note of you. The shirt is somehow still warm and I bring it closer and fall asleep I leave when the sun is gone and replaced by dark and fog. I say goodbye and set out for home. I want silence while I drive through the fog that squeezes light back into light bulbs and keeps it there like flares hanging still in darkness from nothing. Flares on either side of me, over my head that glow fiercely and urge me to turn around and go back the other way to uncertain matte blackness. I do it. I can’t see what’s coming up ahead of me through such dense fog, fog so thick It makes my car sluggish as it tries to cut through. The wait gives me to time to wonder, worry: What will I say when I get back? How can I explain to you flannel shirts and sea salt? © 2010 Lemus |
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Added on March 22, 2010 Last Updated on April 14, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorLemusLos Angeles, CAAboutI'm 16 and I've wanted to write for a long time. Honestly I'm somewhat frightened by public opinion. I feel that if I just sat down and tried to write something, something would come out and that woul.. more..Writing
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