Only That

Was it November? Heaps of cigarette ash in the tray. Who would believe If I tell them now, How we had internalized This song already by then. How we had the world in our fists already then, How our fingers were crazy...

“You and I are one,” said I. “You and I are one, forever” said she. Her bold hand Took my quivering palm I bit my lip. “Can life be this safe? This glorious?” I smile at my sudden...

Here I am thinking, You were nicer to me When you were pregnant Now all you do is Give me a frown, An abrupt look away So I urge you, Become pregnant again, And walk in through the hallway On a bright sunny morning So...

Black. Let me try this one, she said “…can I do this by my own?” Pushing him away, A self-deprecating Twist on her lip said “I look …y,” Nearly taking it off White. Color of his...

And so this poem ends
Like my pedantic poems
Unlike your fantastic ones

Now it feels the mist is clear
And you, who were in my arms...