TheCourtRose

When we sat close enough to touch I would twirl the golden watch around her wrist Feel the smooth grooves slide beneath my sticky fingers Ritualistic and soothing Spin the watch three times A binding spell to keep her near She wore the gold band unconsciously For every outfit In every photo She lamented the loss of diamonds, the family crest, before I was born What are these things to me? Cold and sparkling idioms from a distant past Those were not my treasures Spin the watch three times again Her smile was the winter sun I wanted nothing more than to be scorched by her warmth Though she tried and tried nothing could bridge the distance of seasons I would hug her tightly to me and say-  I'm not finished yet when she pulled away Just spin the watch three more times On my own wrist I wear it now though it's broken Feeling the smoothed grooves and softened edges In the end when I hugged her goodbye, she pulled me close, tighter and said- I'

Eyes Lion-bright, a mber soaked in whiskey Twin cocktails of savage understanding Enough to surrender belly up Not "nice" Too insipid a descriptor It's kindess A tangible place A geographic coordinate There are degrees, minutes and seconds to the fracture  that softened you A turn around the corner Behind a closed door A 3 click shift of the door handle, 2 minute walk inside a hidden room, 6 second 360 degree turn A fissure cracks along the wall  curving like a backbone Toppling a few books to the floor A table overturned, but the couch is welcoming and worn Light bursts through the windows  mindless of the hesitant, jagged glass There is repair here An under reconstruction Yet the table is set for tea, pot still warm The light is so very clear, goldenrod erupting The very center of you Only caught in glimpses