Happy weekend! Coming down off the holidays, there are a lot of feelings. These words have come to me over the past few days and I’ve tried a bit a free verse.
Love always,
Chan
Mine and Hers
I.
Eyes wide and hungry, like a tiger Built for adventure, leery of surprise On guard but never overwrought
Until she was
A tongue so sharp and a voice so wild We shrink in her shrills We bask in her blessings
I never felt life to be stale Except outside of her presence When I discovered a world of Cowardly pigs half-hearted
To be loved so ferociously I sometimes felt like a meal Prepared. Savored. Devoured. Reminisced.
Now I am Away. Safe. Stodgy. Burdened with a deep sadness She never had room for
In all of her whole-heartedness.
II.
She stalks me in my senescence Ready to pounce at any imperfection Sorry is not good enough
With blood-stained teeth we gather Unrefined. Multidimensional. Animalistic. Holy. I defend what is mine
Mesmerizing, ethereal, hopeful, even My doe-eyed sister clinks glasses with me I catch my reflection in the bubbles Still jejune, but a flicker of orange in my eyes
What a relief A comfort to know I am I am And I am still hers