I have conserved the memory of you,
smashed between the pages
of the photo album on my nightstand –
you, the Polaroid picture I
until the image appeared,
blurred and grainy
and I cried to see the blue of your eyes so diluted.
I have buried myself in the warm fold
of your embrace and
am climbing the steep staircase
of your rib-cage. I am implanting myself
right where it will hurt the most.
I am spying, from the whites of your eyes
to catch a glimpse of the storm sea
in your gaze. It was all I ever
© Laura A. Lord, 2015
Thanks to The Reverie for this awesome prompt!