blowing bubbles

blowing bubbles
you would
rise and float with them,
amidst cigarette smoke
and girlish giggles
and engines in trance
and the melody of my stomach
as I wait for my order
of chili chicken.

blowing bubbles,
i would
float and fade with them,
amidst dishes served cold
and unappeased appetites
and defiance in silence
and the melody of your heart
as you wait for tidings
of an avowed aid.


One comment

  1. Sonus · July 30, 2007

    This poem, wihtout the aid of rhyme remains musical. Good choice of words. The S’s especially sing.

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