Indulgence in Moment

The moment of intimacy is no different

than the drapes in the drawing room,

the pulsating numerals on the dashboard,

the lingering downpour in July.

 

There are nows and there are beyonds - 

not tomorrows, not next weeks,

but the incalculable, the unassigned quantities

in which we have no place, no expression.

 

These moments, they are the beyonds.

Between breaths we cast aside the slacken red

barriers to illuminate. The declining afternoon hours

pooling yellow on the velveteen floor.

 

It’s as if I’ve pried the steering wheel

from your grasp, screaming entire,

as I charge the streetlight rainbow

in the gap of minutes, glowing green.

 

And we did not bring our umbrellas.

We expected sunshine and periwinkle tulips

when the thunder began, splaying limbs

and pouring in between sprawling petals.

 

These moments are all the beyonds -

the just abouts, the playground of impossibilities

made possible. All can change in a heartbeat,

flashing through electrodes in a vibrant gasp for air.

Reviews

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Matthew, I really liked this poem.. wow.. your imagery is just wonderful and the poem sings of romance and precious moments scintillate with the fragrance of the love raining on and on.. love the tulips!!!!!