© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
I pull into the familiar curve
Of your smile
And park in the warm damp
Of your love.
I’ve been driving
So aimlessly,
So long,
Searching for a destination
I recognize.
There is a silky sheen
To the shine in your eyes:
The promise of majesty’s passion
Draped in Beaujolais Fleurie
Knifing the bliss of our kiss
Into the blades of our hearts.
Our lips torn and bleeding
Blend into our wine-stained skin.
In this sway of blue rapture,
I pull into the familiar curve of your smile
And crash head-on
Into your unsuspecting heart.
It’s a city sidewalk train wreck of sorts…
Some would call it ecstasy.