Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Yellow umbrella




Lost in the gray
darkness, mold, wet, cold
No faces, black umbrellas in the way
heavy coats, dark array
severe places, and it rains

We meet in the twilight
it was as yesterday
The room was clouded
Inside the open oak armoire,
shadows fade

Reflection of us
on the door's antique mirrors
The only sound persists
insists to rain
Spinning as on a wheel
molded pieces of clay
complete puzzle
condensation on the glasses
over ripened strawberries
Molasses
Us
Breathing soothingly with the rain

Melting dreams of sun
Then comes next day,
another rainy day in May
Remain silent, done
We just go away


Lost in the gray
darkness, mold, wet, cold
No faces, black umbrellas in the way
heavy coats, dark array
severe places, and it rains

We will meet in the bent
no longer friends Huck
The crosswalk in black contrasting
the white as chalk
It will be our runway
we will meet halfway
Don't stop, just keep your pace
no alterations
impassible face
On the other side tie your shoe lace
as we record our last glimpse
And to tell you how I feel
to scream over that insidious drizzle
I shall draw my yellow umbrella
as the sun it will shine warm
memories
Melting candles, sweaty silk
and in your satin neck
Crimson
of my lipstick