You said you were my lover
You looked inside my heart
And saw …
An anagram you could not decipher
Carefully jotting down every letter
You searched for someone who would help read it
No one understood and you almost gave up
But then you visited me one spring afternoon
To ask what it meant
waiting under the train trellis on a bench
I stared at you
realizing why you were my aphrodisiac
Your shabby hair once adored
Your sullen … sad bedroom eyes
your freshly cleansed body
give me back my anagram I need it for
next time round
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Suddenly, the realisation comes, Pamela!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed how the word "anagram" represents all the subtleties and enigmas of your aphrodisiac!
ReplyDeleteClever heartfelt piece, Pamela. I like them shabby, too. :)
ReplyDeleteInventive metaphor, and delightfully complex to picture! Heartfelt and sincere, I enjoyed it, thank you.
ReplyDelete(And I guess if you were a tree, you'd be "a maple")
I KNOW this shabby, bedroom-eyed, freshly cleansed person! Sometimes you CAN go home again, but mostly, you can't. Give it to someone who knows how to decipher it. :)
ReplyDeleteDerrick
ReplyDeleteI loved this prompt so much just had to write another.
Pamela
GT thanks for commenting
ReplyDeletePamela
I love shabby!
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda.
Pamela
Novaheart you know it. Thanks.
ReplyDeletePamela
I have Joyce finally.
ReplyDeleteAfter all these years!
Pamela
It's that unsolved puzzle that keeps us coming back for more. I enjoyed this one Pamela.
ReplyDeleteThis is a good one Pamela. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteFrancis
ReplyDeleteAttraction can be so deceptive can't it!
Thanks for the comment!
Pamela
Uma
ReplyDeleteThanks for saying so and stopping by!
Pamela