And Then She

 

 

 

 

 

And Then She

　

　

　　

　

It was over in some edgeless corner of posterity

tucked underneath a dream with no wheels,

where I first saw that smile on her phrase

tucked between the pillows of her pout

and the edges, of her curled up smirk.

 

Her enticing eyes beckoned, and invited,

this snare within a stare, that tripped the

light excited, especially with the redness

of her hair.

 

Oh by the way, I adore redheads.

 

I still don’t know if she’s one of those dreams

within a pipe, you know the kind you might fill

halfway with pot of gold, from arches made of

multicolored stripes.

 

The sky was made of liquid marble that cool January

night we met.

 

We swam around the world upside down

until the lady of night finally arrived

and began to lower her gown

over the eyes, of horizon wet.

 

How many times I wondered,

exactly why,

she had to be so irresistible to me.

 

This only complicates things.

 

Did I ever learn you guys that?

 

I was never supposed to be happy you know,

as I’d already made the deal with Diablo

over my lot in life.

 

Settling, being my nightly glass of pacify

in exchange, for the dolor of dispassion.

 

Nothing gained, nothing pained right?

 

Save your breath, I know, weak as watered down,

water, I know.

 

Thank you for noticing though.

 

I mean I finally did have that whole enchilada,

albeit somewhat bland, and, even some rice and beans

from time to time, I just didn’t have nothing left,

to pay the band.

 

My life, as far as I knew it, was unabridged.

 

The only thing that was really missing, was that good

and hot, fiery a*s salsa.

 

Well,

and then she came along.

 

I don’t really know what more to say right now

about that except, that for some reason, air suddenly

tastes sweet, and seconds, now seem like yesterdays.

 

Maybe it was always like that?

 

The way it was meant to be, and,

I just didn’t know it.

 

Or maybe, I just wasn’t spending my time,

and breaths, with the right person.

 

Who knew?

 

Did I ever tell you guys that life itself,

has the best sense of humor of all?

 

Well that’s my opinion anyway.

 

So go get some, and quick.

 

As wit is the soul, of all vitality.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tracie Skarbo]

intresting take on this one. I like the way you speak to the reader, doleing out your wisdom. Nice job!