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before an oklahoman first date
by Michelle Floydi am mother
to the red dirt you squish
between curious toes
on a sunday morning's hebetude
i am father
to hard, blue blankets kept snug
around unbidden ears
on tuesday's best dressed loneliness
the daughter of your left eye
raised to spread me into a tapestry
of adulation
appreciation
the son in morning flames
lifting out a casual embrace of arms
untrammeled and
free
and i want to love you
with the lineage of my mind
the ancestry of my tongue
and the ménage-laced essence
that will make us one.
would you like to get coffee tomorrow?
02/11/2005 Author's Note: I haven't asked him for coffee. Yet.
Posted on 02/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 02/15/05 at 01:40 PM a great use of the language, and your imagery is sublime...I disagree with the person that last rated this poem. It's great! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/16/11 at 11:45 PM Congrats on POTD!! I love that last line, brings the whole thing home with a big dose of reality. I do wonder if you ever managed to ask him for coffee? :)) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/16/11 at 11:45 PM btw, right into my favorites!! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/17/18 at 08:05 PM Oh, I'm always up for a coffee!! And nice write. |
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