by Madeline Lee
My soul puddles
reflecting the light
turning and
twisting it against me,
blinding me, putting
scars on my face and
my eyes
My adventures no
longer renew,
but I’ve always lived for
the next.
Devouring in haste – disregarding the savor,
a lover’s recipe for desserts without flavor.
Writing hard, but there’s little to preserve.
misplaced urgency – the penance I deserve.
Latent transparency, my bitter shotgun bride,
a deliberate hitchhiker who
clearly enjoyed her ride.
On to present dangers,
unreliable antidotes for the
namely living in the past,
vipers in that grass.
Words precisely crafted
can never equal
denied.
with expert skill applied,
presence, a pleasure much
With passion now I write –
phrases, not fingers
face.
of the passion I misplaced,
trace the sweetness of her
Memory infused days
a tear transcends words
kiss.
warmly joined in bliss,
when I dream about her
If only we could linger a bit longer,
come again and linger with me just a little bit longer.