On the Floor of Your Apartment // by Jennifer Patino
He tells me love is the difference between the green apple & the red,
but hunger makes me ignore colors so I don’t see a difference
until he takes a bite from one
Those perfect pearls imprinting their message
on the fruit’s thin flesh
We walk, dreaming,
then head home & kick out the jams on vinyl,
psychoanalyzing every bleeding lyric
The world is our backyard,
& through the dying and the screaming
we can still laugh
because we’re stuck in the good ‘ole days,
The times of the Catholic veils & the kickball games,
the bruised knees & the muddy playgrounds
We can ignore the current state of animosity
& the humanistic games,
the bruised & battered hearts,
& the filth of the streets
for this one perfect moment
when all that is said to be real doesn’t mean anything anymore
The rain falls down through the open sky light
cleansing our naked souls in purity
The diamond droplets dance on your eyelashes,
your tongue traces your lips,
& our eyes stay open,
mirroring images of each other
as we float on together through this afternoon sun shower abyss
Author’s Note: I went with a revision today because I’ve had this poem in my mind for the past few days. One line in particular kept standing out to me so I wanted to revisit this piece from 2006. I’m a lot happier with it now.
I’m glad you revisited this one… it is exquisite.
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Thanks so much!
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I am awestruck by your poetry! Profound and heartfelt!
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Thank you very much for your encouragement. I greatly appreciate it. 🙏
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You are welcome. 🙂
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