Fastening clasps, smiling in the mirror
I'm dreaming of yesteryear when I was in your arms.
I can be your princess and you could be a king
I'd give like a river flowing downstream.
Put a wreath on my head and your hands in my hair
Kiss my chest like it's a tombstone on a cold day.
I'll close my eyes and feel my dress float away
As your lips meet the dip in my waist.
Unashamed of the cage that holds me
But I'll take off its lacy embrace.
I'll stand by the window and imagine you here
While the sun reflects on my silhouette.
In my mind your hand protects mine
I can easily feel your beard on my neck.
Our hips are meant to be pressed together
My happiness with you was never meant to fade away.
So love me again today, tomorrow and forever
Kiss my chest like it's a tombstone on a cold day.
I'll close my eyes and let my dress float away
Because where you are, we are already free.
19th November 2016
This poem is inspired by my imagination where I see a woman who lost her lover, but deals with grief in a way that is very uncommon for most people to: by imagining how they used to make love.
Everyone has their own way of getting past grief and this is a positive way to go about it (though if she opens her eyes, it may give her a reality shock). I hope you like this poem as much as I do :)