It's Still Life

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.

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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