how the conversation might go

I would like to tell you
about how the purple flowering vine
clings to mortar
holding the bricks into a wall
as it climbs towards the sun,

but I’m  afraid
that if you stopped by my porch
for simple conversation
and a coffee

I’d say instead
how the tendrils
gripped the red-brown bricks
with little hairs, translucent,

tiny like the ones sprinkled
across the curve of your stomach
that only could be seen
from my head nestled there

in the afternoon light
dappling us through the lattice
as we cling to each other
on the double wedding ring
quilt spread carefully on the floor.

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Mar 04, 2013 @ 03:05:59

    sublimely suggestive

    Reply

  2. 321irony
    Mar 04, 2013 @ 03:38:41

    this is wonderful

    Reply

  3. Seb
    Mar 04, 2013 @ 08:57:43

    This is so coolly measured…

    Reply

  4. G.R.
    Mar 04, 2013 @ 09:42:28

    this whispered to me, from yr metaphorical 1st verse thru to yr dreamy last verses/
    passions conveyed
    Good job

    Reply

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