Wanting

I start the day, like no other day. I turn to kiss the man beside me and let his skin protect mine from the morning chill. I watch his eyelids flutter open and I can see his crystal-bright cerulean eyes, glittering. 



There’s a moment that always takes place when he first comes to: Eyes open but the world is still shut. 



This is where to go if you want to witness a person’s everyday first experience of the universe. For a second all is blank and nothing registers, but then he really sees my face. A thousand lights go swimming around his pupils. 

A smile whispers across his face. 

Suddenly, the beauty of the sun is put to shame. It humbles itself behind the curtains. Its rays shyly peek on us and caresses his hair, wanting. 

I start the day, like every other day. I turn to kiss the man beside me and let his skin protect mine from the morning chill. I turn to find I’ve missed him again. The sheets still stained with his scent. I’ll have to wait until he’s home again, to see the gleam in his eye, stolen. 

There’s a moment that always takes place when he first leaves me: Eyes closed but the world is embracing.

This is where to go if you have to survive the torment of a drop of water in a desert. For a second all is blank and nothing registers, but then I really see his face. A thousand armies could not withdraw me from this pool of jubilation I have drowned in. 

Then it vanishes into a vapor. 

The scourge of the sun puts me to shame. I crumble behind my own face. I starve at the door for another dive, wanting.

I start the day.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy. Hope you'll leave your honest thoughts with me :)

Reviews

[plainme]

wow, when I got to the second bold lined text I had a great feeling, repetition, it was so subtle, it shouldn't have been there but there it was, and it was amazing. I love the language you use, I can find the right word to describe the effect it has on the poem, what a pity.. I love this one.

[popourii]

Thank you so much for your comment. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. :)

[absent]

I really enjoyed this piece of writing, though I see it as more of a small piece in a memoir or short story. I love the images here, particularly the way the sun is used. This is love-filled, yearning piece that I find heart-wrenching and beautiful. Great write!

[popourii]

Thank you very much for you thoughtful comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll consider what categories I put my pieces under in the future!

[Benmar]

You are so in love to him =) that's lovely

[popourii]

Yes I am. :) Thank you.

[Olivia]

wow, this was really beautiful! The language of the poem made it very visual and full of emotion. You're such a great writer and I just love reading your work :)

[popourii]

Thank you Olivia! You're so sweet and kind to say so! :)

[Atthis Rose]

This is surely not a poem Pot. nevertheless I can see that you are or were seemingly from the last lines very much in love. UI see the bold lines are to show that this man was very much the center of your world until "the scourge of the sun puts me to shame" in way did it do so are you no longer receiving the protection from his skin, is it no longer warming you?

[popourii]

I put it under poetry because it is a poetic prose. It doesn't fit better anywhere else in my opinion.

The first half starts off by explaining "I start the day like no other day" meaning the first half is describing a day that happens on rare occasion and when it does she is happy, things are good.

The second half describes a day that is like most days. He is gone and she waits for him at home to come back and a lot of her time can be wasted on this and she feels shame for that.

This is not necessarily about a man who leaves her, although others can take it that way if they want. But when I wrote it it was more describing a committed couple living together. One of them has mandatory responsibilities and is gone 90% of the time while the other stays home waiting.

[Atthis Rose]

90% yuk! that's like forever girl

[popourii]

I know, right? :

[Simon Welsh]

I love it :) particularly that last line.

[popourii]

Thank you Elliott! You're very kind.