La Poésie de la Lune

by bearsbeetsbattlestargalactica

I never understood exactly what that word meant. Beauty. What was it that made someone beautiful? Full lips, wide eyes, sloping cheekbones, flawless figure? But how did someone define flawless? How did they rank someone on a scale of one to ten based not on their mind, not in the beauty embedded in their veins, but in their skin? (Now an ongoing series!)

9. When the Sun Goes Down

When the Sun Goes Down

when the sun goes down,

sinks below the horizon

bathing the cornfields,

the bright red barns,

in clementine sunshine

that smells of navel oranges

and you come inside,

face dirtied, moist

with sweat and perspiration

and I am sitting

at the kitchen table,

hands calloused

from milking cows,

from planting seeds,

from coaxing stubborn sprouts

from the stubborn soil,

dicing tomatoes, chop chop,

to make a beef stew,

and you pop one in your mouth,

smile wide, canines pointed,

and say, Scarlet,

wrap your arms around me,

kiss the top of my head,

and I am yours,

have always been yours,

this is the life even dreamers

dare not to dream

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there are a thousand reasons

why I love you

but none so potent

as when the sun goes down

and you come into the farmhouse

in your muddy work boots,

hair sweat-soaked and mussed

and kiss me, sealing

the life I never dared to hope for

to dream for

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you have made me a dreamer,

Ze'ev Kesley, and I will never,

can never, show you just

how grateful I am