Today it rained
for the first true time
in more than a century.
Oh how I’ve counted so,
as I pull and pluck each petal.
It’s been longer still,
since I’ve seen that smile.
That beauty shot
that comes so naturally.
Perhaps she loves me, still.
Against all other chances
say what it is you feel,
what you truly want to remember.
Use your stylized words
Oh dear, she loves me not.
In her best
fake and distant accent
I just want to hear her
repeat every word.
Of course you’re loved.
My memorized prayer
where I’ve substituted your name
and these are the places
that trigger devotion.
I know you cannot love this way.
So I’ll chant
and or otherwise sing
to mark the next tomorrow,
excuse my celebration
let love rule this hour!
I rejoice at this new chance,
yesterday my lonesome stranger
Time and its addiction pass,
just she steps forward
with flower in hand.
So poet,
you want my answer?
Against love
and this ridiculous flower.
Keep in mind,
my decision is final.
And with that
she whispers her words
Time and Addiction
4 responses to “Time and Addiction”
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she tilts her head
just so, thus
exposing that
vulnerable side
He enjoys
savors His words
sweet as honey wine,
closes her eyes
Envisions the garden
she’s unearthed
the wishing bowl,
inscribed within
rest His words
entrusted to her
centuries past,
leaning closer
they echo
beautifully
bergamot and sage
fragrance fills the
air, she sits on
bended knees reads
she pulls the
petals one by one,
placing them
within the bowl
only one remains
holding it between
her palms, raising
it slowly to her lips
kissing it gently,
whispering softly,
Feirin, my love
has always been
yours to take -
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