Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Letter # 23

ive realized that no matter how many girls i try and flirt with, no matter how many im with, my feelings never come close to the ones i had for you. In some strange way they all seem like fake you's, trying to be funny or sexy, but they try too hard. I really want to thank you for giving me a 10 to compare to, a goal to shoot for. you still really mean a lot to me. But above all else, I want to tell you how proud i am of you, i simply dont talk to you enough to convey how important you still are in the way i live my life. It's too bad that it has to be almost 4 am for me to tell you this when my inhibitions are down.

Letter # 23

more of a poem this one seems... but it is nice to change things up! -Amber

Early in the Season

From the edge,
you are a dark pool -
cold and unknown -
somehow, though,
in the wavering fragments
of that golden-framed face
peering down into your depths - -
- -familiar.

In the periphery,
an illusion of first-morning heat,
a blaze of yellow-orange ripples
that radiate from toes
dabbling - -
- -uncertain.

Tangled along the liquid floor lurk
but recognizable
sharp-edged broken hearts,
timepieces stopped too soon,
a rusted iron bar,
tear-filled packets of warm-water disappointment,
faded, yellowed health records,
that charred silver spoon.

And yet, softly illuminated
through silky channels
meanders a bottom-ribbon of sandy light
just wide enough for fearless wading.

tentative steps slip
into deeper darkness- -
- - the pauses
pulsing with possibility.

I’m only in knee-deep,
just warming.