To Write Love on her Arms
In the spirit of the well known charity, in honor of “one more day”
I watch you there, dressed
entirely in amorphous scrubs,
laying unstill
on a mattress
in an empty
.
room
.
of naked walls.
.
In a barren space,
where no one
wants to be,
.
or be seen even.
.
shadows of the past
are etched on the walls
hiding
trying to escape
.
the meaning of their thoughts.
.
I had been
assaulted
in the waiting room
but did not care.
.
The love of my life,
struggled with the meaning
of her recent discoveries.
.
Her wounds bled
while my heart, dying
in her bare hands
.
as she talked
of riddles about her favorite,
her lost love, and dad.
.
And an enchanted space
called the highlands
a magical spot
in a story book place
of her youth where she
was young, still.
.
The chemistry
of such thoughts
created a distilled
intoxication for her.
.
One which helped
the dreams die
.
more softly like.
.
--
.
Our daughter watched
the butterflies as the soccer ball
rolled softly by
her person.
And the other children
ran on.
.
Our beautiful daughter, she
knew all the secrets
in all the things
the other kids took
for granted,
.
she had them figured already.
.
She loved
that her dad showed up
even though she knew
her parents fought
every day
and that it took
everything for him
to be there. But mom,
.
she loved mom so much.
She worshiped her,
wanted to be like her
.
and knew her mom
would be there always,
.
she thought.
.
But something told her
She knew
she was older
.
then her mom
even though it did not
feel that way now.
.
she did not know
why, but she knew.
.
-
.
My lost love
she had written
secret codes
on her arms,
.
one inspired of gem stones
rocks which told the truth
of her superior
mind and intellect.
.
She asked me what the secret riddles
said, while she spoke of
.
her favorite
and me
and dad.
.
I told her, "you wrote it, my love.
You did so as we talked
of enchanted things
.
I held you
while you fought
through nightmares
you had not felt
in many years.
.
But the secret of the words,
my love
.
always speak one thing
these words,
of ours,
.
all they say is
.
"love."
.
over and over.
.
on repetition, until our universe
burns out
.
as fiercely as did our fire."
About the Creator
Poetry Landscapes
We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com
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