Whats that?
proof of how smart she is
a smile cracks my face
not because I am glad
she likes the poem
the contrary
well not even that
the fact that she knows the style
that the style just rolls of her tongue
in that comment. I remember
the entirety of who she is
and why I am drawn to her
Why maybe I need to look through the glass
at the choice of rug and tables
I will sleep on the rug
I will sit at the table
look deep into the room
maybe not as a prison
but home,
a safe place
dirty sheets, soft blanket
38 degrees
bedtime in south africa
No comments:
Post a Comment