That Scarlet Devil

We talked of Manchester United
and he tapped some compulsive staccato
with his gold ring etched with a Scarlet Devil.
Between pulsied muscles
and a million, miscommunicating, synapses,
he was all testrorone.

Without my minder, I'd be bedridden,
he reflected. Still a widescreen TV,
good sound system, computer, it's bullshit
isn't it. But football, that's something else.

Our minds so alike in a lethargic dawn,
I mused how two minds could tessalate to this,
daydreams melted to minutes.
Long months had passed since I was last left
breathless from philosophising.

 

Reviews

[AK]

Very nice Sel. He's a fortunate young man.

[smiley:)]

Adorable...
~Smiley :)

[Emily B]

I came back to read again. Followed Phibby's favorite actually. Always nice to visit your words.

[Emily B]

oh, this is nice, smiling and dreamy and fine feeling stuff :)

[Raef C. Boylan]

Excellent use of "tessellate"; I liked that image, the interlocking thoughts.
The tone of this is almost dreamlike, I guess the breaks between lectures are kind of intervals, a break from reality and whatever you make of it...like sleep.
I feel more drawn to the second stanza than the first, although the first gives us more personal insight into Mark, who the poem is for; at the same time, the way he makes our narrator feel is an important part of who is - he's brightened her day and stimulated her mind.
Great language throughout. Thanks for sharing this write.

[Phibby Venable]

this is fine writing, the way the characters come across as so compatible and the
descriptive lines that tell us volumes!

[Aekmy]

That is very sweet. He should appreciate this.

-Mary

[Tiffany]

That was really nice. Good read. t.