Aubrey Daydreams

Aubrey, your curtains are drawn.
I can see you spinning
a clover between your thumb
and index like a tiny helicopter.
Its twisting green winds
lift the ends of your dark
hair, pulling your heels
in static alignment like a figurehead.
Aubrey, my little inspiration,
take heart. Bring in my lips.
Fasten my skin to yours
and wear me like a sundress;
let me be
this portrait of you.
Pin me to the wall and frame me
with your ivy arms, or just
swim out with me

into the blue paint
to grow young.
We could make cartoons
of the future, we could hang
like a framed photo
until our families find us,
turning to wax
and falling into each other
with the slow roast of our ember hearts.

Reviews

[Emily B]

blessed romance, beautifully inspired

[tressa]

i like the eternal quality of this....as a love poem should be