Rakish TiltA Poem by Joli DyWhen you leaned against the doorframe, Everything about you was slightly askew, Like a felted fedora worn on a whim, A dash of panache, pulled down at the brim You, the sublime and rakish tilt to my life. Even my photographs whisper to me That you were a beautiful mistake, Side-eye smile, smokes rolled in a sleeve More Errol Flynn than today could ever believe You, climbing a fountain to convince the world that you love me. When you leaned against the doorframe, You studied my form sprawled in a chair Reading Dickens and puffing my cheeks just so Dangling a sandal from my little toe You, once again out of step with time and me. With you it was ice and sunbeams, Always a sunbeam on you, swear to God. You even smelled like sun, like a summer beach, Ice cracking, tumbler of Chivas in reach You, with your hands exploring me instead. When you leaned against the doorframe, You seemed solid as the house, itself. I lean there when I miss you, and I see The world stands straighter, smelling like me Me, wanting you more than the air I breathe. © 2024 Joli DyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 30, 2024 Last Updated on November 30, 2024 AuthorJoli DyNew Orleans , LAAboutGuessing this is where we write a bit about ourselves, my least favorite thing. I prefer to be discovered in the scribbles I paste on my wall. You can call me Jo. Briefly, I'm a Cajun gal with deep f.. more..Writing
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