Porch Swing Reflection Poem by Lidia Running

You are
My immortal lover
My kindred flesh
Lock and key
Conjoined, convulsed
Writhing in waves of
Spiritual reconnaissance
Scoping out compatibility
Pizza for dinner
Six nights a week
Do you still love me?

The clock's hands
Cradle your face
As I worship a porcelain throne
Your child germinating
My house plants withering
Only a few crumbs left
Never enough to pay the rent
Do you still love me?

The arches of my feet have fallen
The ghosts in the attic, our only companions
Freeze the pipes in the winter
Make the ducts go rattle-tattle-tap
Shingles slide down to the grass
And sluggishly I reminisce
To hammocks of conjugation
Spit swapped essences
Of when you used to love me