plum souls

. . . poetry and reflection from my four years as the other woman. . .

Tag: the affair

Last Day of Summer

Dolphin colored sky. 

I walk towards that spot in the sand

where we may or may not have sat through dusk and the noise of others 

until the vault of heaven opened, giving me words

(“Look! The stars!” )

before I realized you only wanted to touch my silence. 

Is is that when it started?

The waves curled into infinite qiestion marks and 

we suddenly realized we were in darkness, 

the world no longer the same,

 our skin no longer our own. 

Is that when I became this creature in a shell,

opening and closing to let you nourish me

with all the healing properties of salt water?


August 24, 2000

Clouds like dragons,

clouds like birds.

The two of us dangle our feet

off the edge of evening and

drink sunset colored cocktails.

I am ready to slip over this ledge,

feel my body slice the space,

silent as a fish.

I know you would not understand

if I told you

shipwreck visions float

up with the freckles on your forehead.

And would you be anything less than offended if I said

in your arms, I am held by a ghost?

The sky is bruised with violet continents,

and the first stars, so far off, make me feel

I am sinking,

but it is the sinking into a vast sleep

where I will rise and float.