I Think Of You Every Day
It took only his few words in sight,
tied together on specks of dust,
sent to me on the back of July’s
I stood as openly as my chest would allow,
reading his words from the hot pavement,
soaking in a fresh idea, feeling
settle deep in my ribs.
It is not an uncomfortable place for him,
unlike the others. He is a choice.
I gather his aromatic movement
like a lilac wedding bouquet and plant
his image between my special vessels
and skilled capillaries.
At first, years ago, when I kept my eyes
and cheeks naked, it
was not a choice. His parasitic words glued
themselves to my eager young ears, prepared to host.
Now though, his silvery voice is
a red sweet juice that saturates me,
and it took only his few words sprawled
in the hot July pavement,
“I think of you every day.”
Posted on July 19, 2012, in Poetry and tagged body, Choices, choosing, familiarity, friendship, Heart, Honesty, journal, life, love, lust, maturing, nurturing love, openness, Parasite, poetry, predator, prey, Relationships, scent, science, singing, time, unconditional love, voice, Words, Writng. Bookmark the permalink. 28 Comments.