Poem I
My lover brings the smell of rainy roses
Petals beaten, heads down, living done
Rising from them a humid stench of wrongness
But fragrant while they last, swaying with the sun.
Because your hands from my mind are never too far,
Things can seem to me to be more than what they are.
I wish the same pull which pulls this ink to its bed
Could pull you into my life and out of my head.
Though I remain here stuck in present eternal bliss
A calendar would scoff at the few squares it kissed.
I won’t pretend to know what you miss
But if you held my lens of tiny hopes
Up to your eyes to try and see the same
You’d find that my vision’s honey-tinged
With despair and defeat and love, unexpectedly sane.
And if I do see you sitting on my sofa where you’ve never sat,
Don’t look at me with pity, just help me turn it into fact.
Copyright © Mina Turi Kustas | Year Posted 2020
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