JOY . . . in transformations of the heart

One summer night
you stood on the beach
where the sky touched the sand
and spoke in midnight blue.

[A thousand twinkling eyes
watched and winked.]

You were a handsome boy,
as straight and serious as a sigh.

The other girls giggled,
thinking you too stodgy, too old,
but I stepped back,
looked at your heart
and lost my breath.

Your winter gave birth
to my spring, your
darkness my light and
we’ve never been the same.

“Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.” Julio Cortázar (1914-1984), Argentine novelist, short story writer, and essayist.

© 2018, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine)

Categories: Joy Poetry

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