Molasses Space

Time is slow. Molasses space.

Whether I'm falling into grace

Feeling it.

Floating out in space,

Seattle without rain

Raisin in the sun

Rays of light speckle her face

In shade it's freckles in their place

Or a danish in the morn

And just for a moment I'm content

Peaceful days

Makes me appreciate when skies are more clear

A graceful sway that imitates piano keys striking chords

When she's listing off her favorite authors

Smith, Diaz, Baldwin, and Davis

Her vinyl's, The Doors.

Sam Cooke and Tennessee Waltz,

Silly Love Songs

And just for a moment

She's content and forgets

The one that holds her heart is a thousand miles away

Each phone call reigns heavy with weight and emotion

Burning passion

Molasses, charcoal, and tinfoil

Sweet but bitter

Each word savored

A golden ticket or token.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem makes me feel at peace with myself

[jazzymars]

this is my best bet. i like it

[Ty]

Well I definitely appreciate you