
This Thing Between Us
Her hands are soft
and her fingers sticky.
A pear for dessert.
The sweetness lingers.
The sight of her smile,
like a tattoo, never leaves you.
And the smells of smoke
is body heat, I think.
And every night she walks her cat.
Alone. Alone with that cat.
She says the sun is too hot,
and the breeze is too sweet.
And I say her name in hope
that she’ll hear me, this thing
between us, wherever she is.
An ekphrastic poem for GoDogGo Café Book Titles “This Thing Between Us” by Gus Moreno. Image “The Stroll” by Gertrude Abercrombie. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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