Wednesday, January 14, 2009

His Madame, Her Malady

I used to lie in silk sheets
While the window leaked in the daylight.
As the blue birds came into view,
Soon He came, too.
A deep inhale and a radiating glow
Are what I remember as His fingers
Ran through my hair,
my glorious air.
The presence of his face brought
A smile to mine.
He looked into my closed eyes and told me,

"You look so pretty..."


Now I lie in cotton sheets
While the window leaks in the nightlife.
As the blue moon comes into view,
Soon He came, too.
An IV and a hospital bed
Are what I know as His fingers
Run through my "hair".
(more through the air)
The presence of his face brings
Tears to mine.
He looks into my closed eyes and tells me,

"You look so pretty..."


I will soon lie on velveteen sheets
While the window leaks in the absence of life.
As the blue assembly comes into view,
Soon he'll come, too.
My favorite dress and lilies
Are what I am as His fingers
Run through my hair.
I'm without air.
The presence of his face brings
Nothing to mine.
He'll look into my closed eyes and tell me,

"You look so pretty..."

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

<3

Anonymous said...

I'm so glad you posted this including the last section. :) Marvelous.

Brandon said...

RAD

Bryan R said...

This is very nice.
:)

Sarah Jackson said...

This poem knocked the wind out of me when I first read it. I just keep rereading it:)