Poem: Foggy Nights
For dearest beautiful who will have to forget about me and my falls.
She would wait and wait. When I showed up, I would wave from far.
One time she blew a kiss and it hit the neighbor instead of me.
He blushed and handed it to me. It was still a little wet. We tasted it together later.
At our house under the foggy nights. Our lips glowed because
there was a leak
on the ceiling once.
we are fine.
I giggled because the neighbor kept the kiss for maybe a whole 4 seconds making funny
lovey, dovey heart shapes in the air with pencil fingers, sketching in the air, the spheres
of the moment, his art is for another poem, too. always the neighbor and his smiling.
There’s a chance we will never go back to our house. I still dream of us to dip our feet
in the bath tub. She loved taking baths with her arms and legs swimming. While I sat in front of her she let me touch her lungs, the outsides. one time I kissed her outside lungs.
one time each
she let me the first time
asked the second and got all underwater breathy
in this way, her and I live to have
memories, funny things. full moons,
foggy nights and warm baths.
(2015)
