Poem about ill-timing: To The French In You

Collage by Exposure with statue image by Frederic Willocq and rose image by Nika Akin both from Pixabay

Elisa Leonas shares an intimate moment of truth frozen in time

If only gazing longer
The night might have frozen it all
Sat cuddling, the safest corner
My fingers squeezing all air between our palms

I knew it at that look – it chose itself to be the last
Not the comfort when in rhythm with your heartbeats
Or the choking on my own laughter
Because even if I proved I’ll sip from the same straw
I couldn’t leave the cup in between blossoming flowers

My tongue never learnt to untangle
Speak its truth in the horrid figure it saw
A past I have yet to accept
Miserably searching to find the true darkness
Of your kindness

Left you gazing at the sunset alone
Even if that last touch wanted you more
Your care for me would soon become limitless
My needs careless
All ties impossible for you to untangle
A burden only I can gamble