Saturday, January 5, 2013

12 Stairs, 1 Bed, 2 Windows

Take the white stairs made of half moons--
carry your shoes in your hand,
and keep the tickets we won't use
in your cloth shoulder bag with your prayer cards.

I have fixed the things you like--
Hungarian goulash,
China tea,
as well as a poem celebrating your black-cat eyes
and your hair that makes
bats weep for jealous.

If it rains, and it will,
we can leave the window open just a bit,
allowing the ozone breeze
to love you as I do--

without choice,
without reserve,
and with wordless gratitude for the Andean alpaca blanket
that we shake out and come together beneath;

charmed,
I'm sure,
and perfect

just like charge and strike.
________

alternate title "Charmed, I'm Sure"

for Mary's Mixed Bag "windows"

 
 

15 comments:

hedgewitch said...

At the risk of repeating myself--no one writes these tender, smoky and unsentimentally reminiscent love poems like you, Shay. Once again, you prepare the charm,and the wind that rustles the curtains winds up the spell.

Hannah said...

Oh, dear...the scene is indeed set...to perfection I might add. Hmm and now I'm off to sweet dreams. Thank you, Shay!

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

Even Hard Hearted Hannah (me) had to sigh on this one. Lovely imagery and a poem for the ages.

Helen said...

Stanza three ... be still my heart. Like Hannah, I'm trundling off to sleep now. Sweet dreams indeed.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have written this poem with such a light touch. The setting of the scene itself says much about the person for whom such preparations have been made. You manage to create anticipation without over-playing a damn thing. Beautiful.

Sioux said...

The sweet, specific images--such a gorgeous love poem.

This would have made Emily swoon...

Lydia said...

If it excels, and it will,
then it is most certainly
a love poem by Shay.

Mary said...

You have written a beautiful scene here, Shay....love this.

Marian said...

awwww, this makes me feel all achy.

Kay L. Davies said...

Mmm, I could smell the ozone breeze. A beautiful work, Shay.
K

Mama Zen said...

Like Helen, I'm swooning over that third stanza!

jasmine said...

The opening stanza is my favorite. You tell worlds of story in just four lines---the purity the girl is setting aside to be with you, making us wonder about all the circumstances that have brought you two together tonight and may keep you apart later; the tickets you set aside, disregarding all other plans because you are so passionate that you cannot wait until the end of the evening to be alone together. The windows are a symbol of female sexuality, which you informed me of recently, and that explains the two windows in the title.

Shaking out the blanket makes me wonder about your last date---a picnic at the park, something outdoors, or something indoors that left the blanket dirty.

Then you come back to the electricity between the two of you at the end. A perfect blend of romance, gentleness, and heat.

myheartslovesongs.com said...

"Take the white stairs made of half moons--"

"just like charge and strike."

and every word in between ~

charmed, i'm sure, and perfect!!!

great song choice as well, thank you!

oh, i love your new layout ~ sorry, i thought it but musta forgotten to tell ya!

*Love* & *Hugs*

Susan said...

The hope, the way, the attainment of desired perfection--I was beginning to melt at the idea of the arrival when I came up against the last line, hard and shocking. This time I didn't understand. Has the dream been shattered?

Margaret said...

Quite taken with the first paragraph... such simplistic detail ... sweet, considerate, even romantic "to love you as I do" ... but certainly not with out electricity "charge and strike.

Sounds like an interesting relationship! AND why oh why did I never set up the balcony off our master bedroom like that when we lived in an apartment all those years ago - how utterly romantic!