the air smells full of you

You made me a bed that faces east,
'so you could see the sun ascend', you said
'and i could watch you daydream even in your dreams', you whispered
between breaths that smelled of morning coffee,
this is what i remember about you, the office curtains
billowing in the January wind, hair gently wisping on my face,
facing west to see the sun descend on the edge of a mountain,
and the backdrop of the city,
I would count every step, every abandoned trail, and skid-marks
on the way, like the remnants of the child I become, when I am with you,
I would shift my weight to my right leg, and take a careful step
towards the first landing of the stairs, 
lean on the door to listen to the sound of embroidered silence,
and glance at the flicker of the television down the door,
everything is at its place.
the twisted sheets on the bed, and our pillows on the floor,
where the afternoon dust has settled,
the unwashed windows, and the glaring fluorescent lights,
I could trace your outline in the air, and faintly hope
you would materialize like the tables and chairs and the bed
you made one summer, the heat was unbearable, and we still 
allowed ourselves to be silly, we ended up kissing beyond
the trees' shadows,
I imagine you walking back to our place,
a deadly smirk on your face,
there were no stars that night,
and the moon was too faraway,
my heart would break in the darkness

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A fine poem, that works too as a piece of prose, finely spun, well observed. Excellent.

[Emily B]

you say it all so perfectly

[terry smith]

Beautifully written!! :)..

[Simon Welsh]

This is really well written. I didn't know what to expect when I got your request. I like.