She stopped a shirt’s thickness away
her cheeks a cherries orchard
her lips a poem unrhymed
her breath a dolphin’s love whistle...
My heavy suitcases thumped to the floor
crushing her toes... she did not feel... she simply gazed into me
and refused to blink.
Not even once.
I sunk my hands desperately into my pockets
rummaging through the mess for a present worthy of the occasion
where the hell could I find it,
could I find it?
I pulled them out and two swallows took off
chasing each other under the airport’s tall roof
chirping and pooping all over the shiny marble floor,
no, I could do better than that,
next it was two frogs that jumped down
turning into naked princes, well, one was a princess,
then they ran away trying to catch the next available flight to their kingdom,
no, I was not looking for princes or princesses
and no better luck next time I tried to pull a present out
my hands coming out dripping thick honey
vainly trying to rub it off against my trousers...
What are you looking for? she finally asked,
her lips smiling, her eyes smiling, her hairs smiling
as they fluttered and coiled and waved like a forest of Medusa snakes
yet I did not turn to stone, not the way my heart was beating.
I am trying to find those days you did not know me
and crush them underneath my foot, I blabbered, blushing tomato red.
She raised her hands to her sides,
the transparent veils hanging from her arms down to the floor
pulsating with blue veins and white snowflakes,
then she gathered me in, body, clothes, suitcases and all,
and we floated out of the terminal.
Nobody seemed to think it weird,
passengers rushing around us, through us,
What kind of a miracle is this? I asked her,
filling my lungs with the smell of her skin and her sweat.
You wanted to give me an impossible present,
I am giving you an impossible love, she answered,
opening the door into the tree and closing it behind us,
burying me into her flesh.
How can I describe a love
which even a poet cannot?
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She stopped a shirt’s thickness away
very good description there.
How can I describe a love
which even a poet cannot? most excellent question.
the entire write is good and i thank you for sharing your wonderful talent with me today. i so like reading of love on these pages. there is so much dark that i click on that this is refreshing. thank you again. i look forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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She stopped a shirt’s thickness away
her cheeks a cherries orchard
her lips a poem unrhymed
her breath a dolphin’s love whistle...
dear poet can you anounce breathless arrivals to one's dear ones.Sure you can.My breaths were beating hard with above four lines....wonder did you ever personall experience this...a very effective poem from any angles. -
"I am trying to find those days you did not know me
and crush them underneath my foot"
When Love is true, there are no such days, my Friend. There were only those days when your eyes did not meet, your hands did not touch. The Love was always there, waiting for your arrival. Amazing is such an understatement for what you do, on a consistent basis, Scribe. There are no superlatives fine enough to encompass your gifts. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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And this is... sigh... even the word amazing is not enough good to describe it.... oh, can't say anything more.
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