prompt: This was written for Sharon who I met at the Canoga Park ArtWalk. She requested a poem about a boyfriend of 12 years who is unemotional, although they are in love πŸ™‚

“Boyfriend” (Untitled)

We could be swinging
from dusty charms, threaded by stars,
and still–your eyes are empty. But maybe
they are full, and I fail to see
your walls, thrown across your irises hastily
and overtime they block your mind
from mine. Twelve more years

will pass. I hope life will grasp your shoulders,
clinging desperately,
like a body fraught with magic
flailing limbs to tear down every brick
that holds, yet imprisons,
your claim to love.


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