he has no idea how his consuming candor
tip-toes with fluidity around the edge of heart beats
making all four chambers echo in baritone staccato
he mustn’t know there is a longing to touch the sunburst
braided into the glorious crown of a self-proclaimed awkward King
a fascinating strange that engages in conversations colored in clockwork orange
angelic anarchist whose lips preach poetic praises to Queens after puffing Ports
no need for game to entertain my tongue tip flicking his shadow
a younger version of my late future husband now grown
it must never be known
must proceed with caution
the desire to get lost in his aura then rising
sharing strawberries and bagels on living room picnic comforters
praying one day for the bravery to let him know
that he makes all four chambers of my heart echo in staccato
and i want to his heart to harmonize
with mine.
©michele mitchell, 2014
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Majique MiMi
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
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