Susan Smith Nash
Afternoon breeze comes in
if invited,
sheer curtains flutter,
if disquieted --
my heart
like paisley wallpaper
peeling but proud,
velvet fires
somewhere around my shoulder
somewhere a memory slipping away
I talk to you all night
the surface
smooth & sticky with spills
and conversations
just another bar
just another star
I've lost my way
under the moon & stars
navigating the southern breezes
the sheer curtains blur the tracks
I leave behind
our path stretching ahead
like a teardrop
sliding down a cloud
curtains flutter
when air is in motion
my hands hold you
when I feel emotion
trying to paste ourselves back
like Russian wallpaper
falling to the floor