Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I ever post this poem? I cannot honestly remember. I searched the blog and nothing came up so, although it’s a bit late I suppose….
Yeah, I can post this. I mean, tonight I wanted to post something; something not emo. And, despite what you may think, the last thing this poem does is depress me. Instead, for some reason, I just get really happy. Hahah. I don’t know. I hope you gals (guys, whatever you are) enjoy it, too.
A minor thing
Playing in the dark, both of us naked,
is it fair to say you sober me? You
jump out from especially unlit corners,
and I gasp; not only because I scare
easy, you see: I’m smitten
with the way the bullshit slides away
when we’re together. It’s cliche to say,
yes, but I was drunk on the trivial, till
that day. Remember? it started at a coffee
shop, and continued, you pulling me out
of malaise with a laugh, a well rehearsed
movie quote, or your eyes. God! yes,
your eyes, fine, and everything below them
too. So I’m in debt, and I love it.
I guess what I’m trying to say is
Sophia, thank you.