must exercise prudence…


for hom and mhc

he has no idea how his consuming candor

tip-toes with fluidity around the edge of heart beats

making all four chambers echo in baritone staccato

he mustn’t know there is a longing to touch the sunburst

braided into the glorious crown of a self-proclaimed awkward King

a fascinating strange that engages in conversations colored in clockwork orange

angelic anarchist whose lips preach poetic praises to Queens after puffing Ports

no need for game to entertain my tongue tip flicking his shadow


a younger version of my late future husband now grown

it must never be known

must proceed with caution

the desire to get lost in his aura then rising

sharing strawberries and bagels on living room picnic comforters

praying one day for the bravery to let him know

that he makes all four chambers of my heart echo in staccato

and i want to his heart to harmonize

with mine.

©michele mitchell, 2014


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