A Poem
written by: Katrina Kaye
@PoetKatrinaKaye
I was dreaming about a poem,
illusive to the page,
narrow columns featuring
my fancy script and
signature phrases.
Words I am sure I
have written before
but never had the chance
to share. Words I thought
I knew by heart.
You were there too,
but not as much
the you I knew
as a picture I have
stuck in my mind.
You were sitting on the
stairs and the narrow space
between your body and ground.
With each move I took
to surpass you,
you lowered yourself more
until you were over me,
and despite the rain,
and the hood over your head,
I knew you and smiled
at clandestine luck.
I kissed you, full mouth,
wondering if anyone would notice,
the static spark from my lips
to yours.
I thought I would remember the poem.
I thought I would be able to write it
upon waking but it slipped away from me
like so many cursed words and key phrases,
like memories I forgot to write down,
like walking passed a prospective lover.
- Twenty Poems of Love by Pablo Neruda - August 25, 2023
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- Dido - July 11, 2022
