Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn, Chicago, Devotion, Japan, Key Yemaya Walker, LES, Lower East Side, MW, Myla Watson, Part 2, Poem, Prose, The Smith, Word Story Part 2
Part 2, you can read Part 1 here and part 3 here.
Today’s piece continues the story in a freely written poem, that is framed by a separate poem detailing an intimate moment with the predominant female character of these pieces. The two poems wrap into each other, to hopefully progress the second act of this story. I had to add a line after initial save, because this line I kept singing, in a song that doesn’t exist was stuck in my head, and fit.
Part 2’s word was provided by my friend, Myla W. please enjoy.
They still shone as bright as they did that first day,
She curled in the chair Sunday morning,
His old shirt wrapped her so,
Pulled down wrapping her legs, stretching,
Unseasonably warm rain rapped her balcony window,
Sipping her coffee,
She with eyes closed,
Glancing at the tickets lying on the floor,
She remembered, looked toward her bedroom door,
The setting surprised and amazed her, he, unaware that night,
The night, a faint memory this year and a half later,
He took her like he never had before,
And never would again, did he hate her,
Time allowed her to enjoy, but she knew,
She had finally been ready,
Her new place allowed freedom, something new
Their love right,
Silenced that night,