Reflections Poem by Rachael Delamar

Im addicted to the fuzzy glare..our reflection in glass..

Cars passing by the other side

Feet touching in pure white shoes

My pretty heels

And then you lean in to take the gloss from my lips

And before yours meet mine

I like to let my eyes lose focus

Wonder if you can see my pupils dilate

If they become hazy and cloudy

And I inhale your taste

Mingled with the flavor

Of kissable gloss


Sitting in a waiting room

Waiting our lives away…

Seems the way it always goes

Red vinyl upon my thighs

I can feel the heat

Despite ventilated fake air on my skin

A man next to me interrupts

My pleasant reverie

Been waiting long

Says he

And offers a handful of useless advice

And when he notices my attention waning

He reverts to the lady on the other side

……

And I am allowed to drift again

Like lazy on a river with face upwards to the sky

.Texas sun stains pretty skin


A phrase I used to say everyday

Ive been thinkin on you today

Been thinking

On surviving

Dreaming and drifting

How alive you can feel

When you admit defeat

Survival of the fittest

Strategies don't necessarily go in your favor

I don't need a knife to prove im not numb

I don't sell out in the face of danger

…put out to cause a cease fire


Mental tormentor

Yours and mine

And I tell my secrets

With a look

Caged

In the past

Back then

Yesterday

Yes

Those were the days


And I reminisce

On all those waiting rooms

Waiting

For pretty shoes to fall

And I tell deaf ears

Stories

And tales

And I write

For the blind to read


Gentle pull

Back to reality

And when I open my eyes again

Your face close to mine

Softly lick my lips and the flavor

Of your kiss is still there