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Monday, February 23, 2015

Of Lulls and Byes




OF LULLS AND BYES

My child was weary and so was I
We had played and sung the day through.
So when she ask for a lullaby
I did what any poet would do.

I sang of ice cream floats and summer rain,
Of butter-cups and daddy's kiss,
Spun songs that I could never explain,
Some would hit, and some would miss.

I murmured songs of playground fun,
Of dressing up in wild costumes.
We dreamed of spaceship rides to the sun,
And riding through skies on witches brooms.

I sang of heroes and dragons in times gone past
Of second chances and seven tries
Songs of times both slow and fast
And whispers of both lulls and byes.

I spun stories until I had no more,
Hoping that our time I could keep,
I only ended when a heard a soft snore
Telling me that my babe was asleep.




©2008 Christopher Reilley

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Transitory Girl



TRANSITORY GIRL


For a moment..


just the briefest of moments,


she was beautiful, gorgeous,


like the luscious apple


that sat on the sideboard


in a ceramic dish


until I threw it away,


it sides showing the very best of


red, orange and yellow,


the way sunsets do


when they are showing off,


the stem a celebration of lust


irrepressible and incomplete.



But the bottom


where you cannot see,


hidden by the lip of the bowl, is


moist, sunken down,






rancid and rotten.




©2014 Christopher Reilley

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Saturday, February 14, 2015

The Shameless Flirt



THE SHAMELESS FLIRT

It does not matter to you
that I am married,
in love,
taken,
committed,
or otherwise inaccessible.

You care nothing for the vagaries of life.
No use for conventions,
rebel that you are.
You speak only of the now.
Step out of confused flight
to wear a hole in my coat
with your tears.

I allow only laughter to touch you.
My distance a choice of mine
not yours.
My reflection dances
on your wine glass,
and in your eyes.

Your reflective embrace
is free-form jazz in the dark,
improvisation,
done without ground rules
or agenda.
It is your default.

My vows means less to you
than the bar tab you will flirt your way out of,
less than the weightless mood
you carry along with you
like lipstick and a lighter.
my desire for her means nothing to you.

Yet it is everything to me.




©2014 Christopher Reilley

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Sunday, February 8, 2015

After Ten Years



AFTER TEN YEARS

I smile, for I am carrying your aroma
as I walk about my busy day.

My thoughts crowd mundane concerns
into shadowed corners, where they wait
until I have been with you once more,
and been balmed by your spirit
so that my own finds rest.

How far would I walk
if my hand did not hold yours?

How would I survive without you
casting your shadow in my path,
challenging my ideas,
making me laugh,
how far would I get?

Likely not far enough
to fall down the steps, alone.

I raise my collar to my nose,
that was where you lay your head last.
You are with me once more
and I can hear your voice, calling my name.

I quicken my steps, and head for home
where the word has meaning for me.


©2014 Christopher Reilley

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Monday, February 2, 2015

I Memorized You




I MEMORIZED YOU

It was my fault, I admit it.

I knew that you were not really mine to keep,
that is why I kissed you a thousand extra times
and told you it was just my way.

That is why I always gazed a few extra seconds
before looking away
and why I stayed up all those nights
to watch you sleep
instead of getting any rest myself.

I worked hard to memorize every curve
and mark on your body
so that when you left I would not forget.

I listened extra carefully when you spoke
because I knew I would need to replay your voice
when I am alone.

That is why I told you I loved you so many times
and held you as close as I did,
pressing your body against my own,
because I knew that someday my sheets would smell of you
but you would not be there,
I would be alone,
so I took in your warmth, and looked at you with sadness
but never told you why.

I watched you dream, because I knew
I would not get to watch you change and grow.
Sometimes things are only built to break.
I cherished you all I could but you still left
and I’m starting to wish I never memorized you
because now I cannot forget,
I have learned you like the lyric to the best song ever
and you have been running through my head
ever since.

©2015 Christopher Reilley

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