Ambrosia
I.
His eyes peek through the clouds after a monsoon
like shimmering yellow draped from the sky.
II.
I only wish I could have missed him this time.
This . . . time
with his golden honey words catching the sun and blinding me.
III.
He burned me, but steadfast
I cupped my hands beneath his chin;
prayers spilling from my lips, and from his
spilled the sweetest murmur of piano keys-
IV.
If . . . If I could catch but one; hold it dear to my heart
with wax trickling from my eyes, I would say, “This is my proof.”
V.
The light is too bright and I melt into the honey;
sticky and saccharine in my palms.
The words get muddled- a puzzle.
VI.
You used to say there was a missing piece
where my hand met the steady oscillations of your chest, and I
would listen so close for the faintest sign
like birds tasting the morning dew before swooping down over the ravine.
VII.
I did not hear the thrum of hummingbirds in the spring.
VIII.
I would have liked to think the honey from your lips
would have been that missing piece;
if only you could see what I see.
His eyes peek through the clouds after a monsoon
like shimmering yellow draped from the sky.
II.
I only wish I could have missed him this time.
This . . . time
with his golden honey words catching the sun and blinding me.
III.
He burned me, but steadfast
I cupped my hands beneath his chin;
prayers spilling from my lips, and from his
spilled the sweetest murmur of piano keys-
IV.
If . . . If I could catch but one; hold it dear to my heart
with wax trickling from my eyes, I would say, “This is my proof.”
V.
The light is too bright and I melt into the honey;
sticky and saccharine in my palms.
The words get muddled- a puzzle.
VI.
You used to say there was a missing piece
where my hand met the steady oscillations of your chest, and I
would listen so close for the faintest sign
like birds tasting the morning dew before swooping down over the ravine.
VII.
I did not hear the thrum of hummingbirds in the spring.
VIII.
I would have liked to think the honey from your lips
would have been that missing piece;
if only you could see what I see.