whimsy~mimsy

I wait at the bar –
ice half melting
into gin and tonic
twist of lime

the bartender and I

silently watch rain

meandering north to south
along the window pane…

… pondering …

I suppose it’s true

alcohol is a solution
everything disappearing seamlessly
with the watered-down drink

I wait half-heartedly

the rain still trickles

…only half way down the window

gold light diffusing

through starkly empty branches

pooling on brown leaves

.

crisp scarlet leaves curl

into and around long blades

of tall dying grass

.

scuttles of fog wrap

around and between tree trunks

blurring harsh lines

.

you stare, transfixed by

honey coiling into tea

brewing already

the nearly translucent cup

nestled within my cupped hands

.

steam wafts upwards

briefly blurring

your Mona Lisa smile

You describe a horse you see

when you close your eyes.

Brown with a white blaze

four socks in the air

as it leaps over the fence

I don’t see it.

I think only of the word,

horse.

You’re weaving

error and ecstasy

as you slip seamlessly into the line of traffic

dodging trucks

barreling carelessly along

at full speed

I make second guessed decisions

I gulp lilac scented air

the breath cool and weighty with the almost rain

deep into my lungs

porch swings and slower paces

when long kisses and sweeter words

made me sigh

while my heart raced full speed ahead

I hesitate.

Another inches into the lane,

jockeying for position and

like two ships in the night,

I sail on

missing a collision,

missing a connection,

missing merging with you.

Properties of radioactive chemicals

I’m quite familiar with.

I’m a chemist, after all,

And it’s math. The

Division of atoms, molecules,

dwindling over time

Until what’s left is not nothing

But it may as well be.

You introduced her

As Your friend, with

The properties of friendship

Abounding, strewn throughout

Your conversations and laughter

And you and she is not ever math

Until suddenly

it’s simple arithmetic –

Division and division

And division by two

Until we too

Are not nothing

But may as well be.

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From Johnny Crabcakes and others’ challenge:

I feel the velvety weight

4am

it anchors salty eyelashes to my cheeks

the sharp weighty jaggedness

of jangled thoughts

rushing through my head

trying to escape.

the heaviness of moonlight

tracking across the back of my hand

pressing deeply

into our memory foam mattress.

The weight of air

infinitesimal.

My lungs fill.

In.

Out.

Rising and falling.

a fingertip away

the cold, unwrinkled pillowcase

is exponentially weightier

as each breath diffuses into the night.