Mandolin Wind Poem by Susan Lacovara

In a whisper of want
You arrive
Smelling of summertime
And a well oiled baseball mit
Apologetic for appearing too thin
And hungry for leftover affection
To fatten you up

We like to talk in dimly lit rooms
Where faults cast little shadows
Safely snuggled in giggles
And good songs from the seventies

You love the smell of berries
And oranges
I love that you love my dog

What is missing is nothing
Everything is cleared away
Like a skilled secretary filing
Menial memos
Rearranging the scheduled appointments
As to allot you time
Anytime

We are kind to our friendship
It suits us well
Warm in the tender truth
That we share no lies
And are calmed by midnight skies

I wish I knew how to play the mandolin
I'd gladly strum you to sleep
For now I smile the smile
That is meant for only you
And blow a kiss on the mandolin wind