 Fragile Talking
Fragile Talking
     Warm sunny Sunday
Come sit, my darling
You are yellow and blue but not afraid, not sad
Together we dent the couch, sinking in
You’re so close, I breathe you. My heart’s a balloon, filling, stretching.
Pick who you want to talk to
I ask you to give us some words, if you can. Are they light inside you today, effervescing at the top of your throat?
“Yes,” soft and fragile, floats like a bubble.
Finger crooked over the letters, darting: where are they? Don’t lose the word, quick. I’m breathless waiting for the connection.
Fingertip to key,
Words to me.
2 comments
Absolutely beautiful Susan, and have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Thanks, Kim! You, too! 🙂