Letters From a Half Priced Student
I said the vows under a canopy of cherry blossoms;
this I did for him.
We swallowed life bound by silver bands poured over time,
filling us to the brim.
We stitched a lifetime of paper Hallmarks;
pressed wisteria petals with taut seams.
Our path was strewn with delicate china;
winsome patterns we called Aries Seas.
I cradled the womb full of us with beams spilled from Luna's veil;
This I did for her.
I held her till her wings were lifted by the wind
hoisting her up in a whir.
I fed her with swollen milk that she drank from a golden cup;
soft heartbeats beneath.
I nestled the boughs of her creamy skin;
and clasped the sweetness of her baby breath.
With pencil and pad I followed the moon down the rabbit hole;
this I did for me.
I mused of the boy, his butter-cream smile;
Charlemagne cosseting his taste of brie.
I scratched and scribbled of the sun pulling up her rays,
and silky emerald dunes.
And Thalia who tucked me in eiderdown,
and blossoming like lily pads of June.
I bound them on paper with crimped edges; vintage lilac lace;
this I did for you.
I emptied my pockets to choose precious poems
to meld into lyrical hues.
Not because a half priced student can write verse of worth,
but because you asked me to.
When our time is through
I'll wrap it up in Lady's Mantle and give it all to you.