Poems

I close my eyes on flashes of purple and blue
Behind my eyelids
Your face is framed by a smile

We dip, step, lift our hands as high as they’ll go
The universe is this
You and me
A beat
Thinking this moment will last forever

And when’s forever’s over
When the club is crowded
And the mojitos are empty
Beyoncé’s come and gone
Leaving our bodies sore, sweaty, satiated

We’ll walk home together
And talk crap about the DJ
Building for ourselves
Another forever

He takes out a notebook.
I hear him flipping pages
Through the phone.

In his chicken scratch, he’s written
A quote, for me.
He reads it out loud, in English
Warning me
Not to make fun of his accent:
“If you can’t find a book you want to read,
Write it yourself.”

That’s how I know
This man loves me.

Kind eyes are the mirror of the soul.
I don’t know about that:
There’s a lot of fucked up shit in there.

A friend and a brother,
A son
Borne out of  wars – battle scars running
Down his spine, anger simmering –
And unfailing love.

In those eyes
I see a person
Who has decades, lifetimes,
Adventures yet to live.
Dragons to slay
Or befriend and care for.

I see strength and kindness,
Loneliness
In those eyes.

I see them
Mirrored in mine.