He is…
Good morning text-messages—
Late-night phone calls.
Hand-written letters;
Paperback books—
Poetry personified,
The Sun-set in his eyes.
All the stars that form a constellation—
The force behind the Earth’s rotation.
Letters, words, sentences, paragraphs—
Mercy turned to glory
The birth of a story.
He is…
Too good to be true—more than that,
He is truer than true.
You look familiar…
Like a memory or a dream–
Did our souls have unfinished
Business and history is ready
To repeat?
So familiar…
When I looked in your eyes
I felt a blaze from your
Gaze, mind in a haze, I
Dared to take a dip in the summer sun;
You remained cool to the core–
Your words were smooth like the
Breeze, blowing through my hair,
Made me weak in the knees–
I felt light as air.
But now I remember…
You’re the one in the office
Or at the bus-stop, the corner
Store or coffee shop–
I bet you write poetry;
Listen to hip-hop.
You quote Nietzsche and
Hemingway…
Online at the supermarket or
Internet, cat-fishing ladies
With your gentleman’s etiquette.
You are a Friday night disguised
As a Sunday morning. I ignored all
The signs and avoided
All the warnings.
Pulling me closer into
Your introseduction;
I let myself go,then you said–
I’m Mr.Charmer, I replied,
I know…
-ChristinaDelCarmen
Hennessy and Wine,
How I feel so divine
Under their spell.
Exposing truths
Only they will tell.
My insecurities and strengths
become one,
And I chased them
Like the Moon after the Sun.
Never catching up but
Consistent in my thoughts;
Like them I stayed up
And obsessed over what I want-ed
An unattainable love…
-ChristinaDelCarmen
I sat outside the night before the Harvest Moon was full…trying to exhale my thoughts with a cigarette through every single pull…my head was heavy with envy because the sky was so clear that night…it felt like all the weight of the stars,in the world, were contracting inside my mind…and there was the Moon…spying on me behind a cloud…she bickered at me… “SILENCE YOUR THOUGHTS—FOR THEY ARE FAR TOO LOUD!”…
I took another pull of my cigarette and asked… “What ever do you mean?”…her response was as cliche as my heart sometimes… “Things aren’t always as they seem”…then she proceeded to laugh in my face because she knew what I’ve done…I had become temporarily smitten by a version of the Sun…I tried to explain myself and how the situation unfolded…how my schemes are being judged and now my identity is being molded…I had to light another cigarette…and I think she did too…cause every blow of smoke from mine resembled the clouds around her…as if it was a drag she just took….
Then I asked…”Why am I always right for the wrong?…does that mean I’m wrong for the right?…I know it’s too much to ask and we only have the night…but I’m really trying to understand…am I not good enough for someone to take a risk?…am I not worth the gamble?…can I be so easily forgotten?…tell me the truth—that’s all I’m willing to handle…”
Then with a side smirk on her face one that I know too well she replied…”I have a secret for you that I must tell and can no longer hide…every time you meet one…you tend to share our romance…you introduce them to my light and suddenly my glow is enhanced…you tell them how much you love me and soon they begin to understand…that such a beauty as mine will never be matched nor created by man…you write poems about me…the way you write about them…and for a moment they feel special because I’m Mother Moon and they’re just men…it’s like comparing God to the Devil when your thoughts reach that pen in your hand… our presence is more appreciated than you think but with your absence is that they understand”…
I interrupted her and said…“Really it’s not that deep…I pen these words about them so that at night…I could sleep…anyway what’s your point?”…and with hesitation she replied… “Even with my flawed surface I am the most sought-after in the night sky… but to see beyond imperfection requires a willing set of eyes…as for you being forgotten…not so easily…imagine what it would it be like…to have me brought down from the sky…have me walk around the earth like another human-being…now when they look up at me…it is you they are seeing…engraved in their mentality your presence has left a mark…a million stars can shine up in the sky…but your Moon is the one they look for when it’s dark…”
The End.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
The Heart That Keeps On Breaking... 