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A New One

By josie.kime, Pittsburgh, PA

Last night,
understanding turned into something sweet inside my heart.
My mind let go of itself and finally put this to rest.
I slept soundly,
my eyes only open to the light of a fall morning,
to the sound of your voice while I was dreaming.

I cannot begin to think of summer,
or even winter.
I can only think of now,
of the hotness in my cheeks while I am elsewhere.

Another lover and another poem for love
for not love
for kindness
for comfort.
And then for nothing and no one
and for loneliness.

I have learned to forgive myself

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