Unafraid (In The Couch) Poem by rosalinda flores rosevoc

We sat in the couch seeing
through the glass windows,
through the fire in the garden
ablaze in orange color.
It asked me questions about promises
where you raised your right hand
and vouched in words,
"Yes, I do."
"No, I don't."
The incongruence of our oaths
was a kerfuffle
in the middle of the night.
I recalled to wrestle.
The couch was stern;
but touched gently as your voice -
kind in the anguish of ruins.
I thought about you,
me and my tremors
mending a gap.
I thought about how
the night would end
how dawn would come -
my declaration
The blurred clouds shifted
Reflections faded in the dark.
I dropped in the couch with questions
my rebirth, one with your bones
Your magnificence kept my sanity
No one, but you.
I felt us there
unafraid.

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