You walked into the room and tore me inside out with your smile
I wasn’t expecting anything but to serve you tea, but my soul lay spilling itself onto the kitchen floor
Which neither your presence nor your absence could cure.
You told me jokes and lifted me out of the dark river that I was drowning in
I stood dripping and shivering before you
There was no hiding my absolute terror that I had recognized you and that you maybe did not know me at all
So familiar was your essence
Lifetimes had not erased the imprint of your touch on my skin
I left myself open to the raw agony of falling in love with my perfectly orchestrated hope
That I might have you, if I did not appear so vulnerable; so desperate for another smile
But your smiles were freely given, your laughter a symphony of birdsong,
Your stories like salve on a blistering burn
Your lips like fire where they touched my cheek as you said you’d see me later
It’s what you said the last time you left me
Then moments turned to centuries
But I never stopped waiting for you
Later was always too long, now was always too short
Your love was not mine to have, I belonged to Him
But I planned to steal every morsel because it was like manna and I was a starving sparrow
I had known you before, when time was younger
When mountains were sharper
When witches were burned and men left to plunder
Your touch was familiar, your mind, mine to wander
I could argue with Fate
But She’d laugh if I told Her
That you were illegal, the drug to my hunger
Your kindness carved pathways through my heart like water over stone
Like broken bones, my resolve lay splintered
I could not stay to the good, to the right
Could not decline your touch
I wanted to lay myself at your mercy
To give you the things you had whispered through the phone
I waded too deep, into the river once more
Willing to drown in the crime that you offered
Deep into the swirling current of our resurrected passion
Until I cried, I am yours, I am yours
Remember me? I am yours!
Relephant read:
Echoes of Dylan: Poem for a Long Lost Love.
Author: Monika Carless
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock
Photo: flickr
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