An Inconvenience (12th October 2007) Poem by Sarah Capella Smith

An Inconvenience (12th October 2007)

Rating: 5.0


Balloons, why do
They burst, like hearts?
Shrivel up, like death?
Or swallow air like
Shadows swallow light?

Or laugh like you
As though choking on bubbles.
I looked at you like
We were in a film. Motorways
And galloping trains.

The sun: an October opal.
A slice of life reflecting
The window-patterns
Onto the ceiling; I lie cold
And drained as they exit and break.

Your eyes: two stones.
And the clouds don't usually
Look that gray
Unless it's going to rain.
Hard, heavy kissing-rain

Driven through by sighs
And other heartache sounds.
The exsasperated drama
Of a fish out of water.
Run it until the water runs clear.

Tired, sleepy, dreamy:
I retire to the birds.
Our chests
Rise and lower like the tides,
Breathing tomorrows oxygen.

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