From Sara With Love

I always wrote too many letters;
you always answered just a few

It was all so Victorian like,
with a modern twist of love
that began beneath a set of black keys

Under there I found a voice
inside a garden
outlined in tap tap tap.

Soon words turned into flowers
delicate blossoms
of thoughts and dreams.

They bloomed and died
preserved between panes of glass
until their vibrant colors dried

But that letter “I”
kept tap tap tapping away
until it nearly wore itself off
And in a valiant escape path
it trajectoried
from desperate,
into a lonely trap.

Then you asked,
as if I hadn’t had enough,
let you, be you
and me, be me
and somewhere in the middle
maybe we’ll find oui.

I pressed the glass further
until the juices oozed and
crystallized
And color became
nothing because it was really
just implied.

I measured the distance
between yes and no
Being careful
not to miss each mark
lest I err, short
of the right sighs.

Whatever.

All these flowers
I found beneath the black keys
are just funky arrangements
on how not to sever
the thing that always drew us
together

Yes, “I” know,
I wore out your patience
along with the high and low keys
But there was that hackneyed trellis
where love liked to entwine.

And with a little luck
it even shined.

So thank you baby

Thank you for showing me
what love is like
when it's not confined.



© 2008 Sara Coslett