The air flew from my chest
as though a storm undressed my heart
composure fell apart.
My pulse stuttered, restarted and
you reached to take my hand.
Upon the witness stand, the sun
watched our worlds come undone.
The touch was our first one–contained
the lightning that has chained
our souls each time it rained, and wind
that blew until the end
of reason could contend, with touch–
to burn the flesh this much.
That we could call down such great storms–
the magic love performs!
When just your hand conforms to mine,
my head swims as though wine
has filled this mouth of mine. Your eyes
are cloudy, darkened skies.
Within their depths, there lies my rest.
luc bat – (vietnamese “six-eight”) Alternating lines of 6 and 8 syllables. The rhyme scheme renews at the end of every 8-syllable line and rhymes on the 6th syllable of both lines. No set length or subject matter.
POEM A DAY APRIL 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a moment poem. The moment can be a big moment or small moment; it can be a good moment or horrible moment; it can affect thousands or matter to just one person. Some moments happen in crowded rooms; some happen in the most quiet of spaces. Find yours and write a poem.