Fairlight, starlight, the sun set in your mouth
My small apartments in dawn's hills afar
Waited slightly to the north of your south
My lips, expecting your return, stood ajar
My speech was full of shattered glass and dreams --
Starlight, while you spoke of plans for today
I poured another glass of shattered speech and screams
And you managed to look the other way
You played cat and mouse with feigned aptitude
I stroked your surface tension with my tired caress
Searching where your history meets my solitude
Your sentiments fell on my emptiness
That part of the story was yours, not mine
Tired of waiting always on your next line
by Kelly Trevail and Jen Frankel
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
Fairlight
