©Love Preserves
Mimi Wolske
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You can’t let the
weight of forever
suffocate you;
breathe in ME
and think of the
first time
you caught me on your
tongue.
You said it was like
catching
the first flakes of a
fresh snow.
That made your words
feel like a winter holiday
over every pore of my
skin and
I wanted to cut paper
snowflakes
and hang them in my desert
windows
to remind me of that
gooseflesh morning
on days you aren’t with
me.
My bloodshot eyes are
bruised
with the poetry I pretend
I never write
for you, about you,
about us;
but, it’s neglect that
will kill
the butterflies caged
by my ribs,
the ones I felt the
day I knew I loved you.
Nothing is as soothing
and
reassuring as the breathy
whispers
slipping through your
lips,
like Apollo’s music,
to dance on my skin.
Given to me... parts
of you,
the parts you believe
you can do without,
along with unspoken promises
of
tomorrows you’re
afraid might come.
Those few empty boxes
I found
and packed away in my
closet
are safes now; they guard
all the yesterdays of
us together
with
space enough for a
galaxy of tomorrows.
When our wrinkles
become longer than
our
varicose veins and memories,
and our rocking
chairs sing,
I will paint us as feelings
deposited
and banked in those
boxes
and call it: Love
Preserves.
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