Legend
--
Who would guess
I am not what I seem
that under the dutiful
sober duress
as I read all the books
try not to remember
keep my house clean
I am lost in a tune
of exquisite surrender
swimming in dreams
of kissing in June.
As each day unpeels
out into the next
nightfall will find
me swooning still
caught in your net.
Do you need to hear
that in the golden
silence of the years
in between now
and when you
last appeared
a sparkling comet
across the blue
that I don’t
picture you?
You could guess
that in my mind
it is all as clear.
How am I to forget
in pictures you sent
images left
the views of a room
an evening from a movie set
a honeyed caress
an afternoon spent
when the will to repent
was finally spent
crosswords untied
resistance less
than the rush to rewind
to where we both went
the queen and a knight
back in the rain
students and spies
to reclaim
our lost garden again.
©️Anna Murzyn 13th March 2022
