“Before I got out”

She leaned over, unlocked my passenger door.
Eager silence sat between us, dripping in sunlight;
Perfume of ten thousand daisies
pressed between the pages of our years,
spent wandering;

She leaned over, unlocked my passenger door,
pleading me to get out without speaking a word.
Eager silence, eager—
because we both wanted the other to say it.

But love, as it was, as it is, remains patient.
Love, as it was, as it is, stays constant as the silence,
eager between us.
Love, as it was, as it is, flattened between pages.

What she does with hers, I suppose is her business.
But here is mine—perfume of ten thousand daisies
compressed beneath centuries of dirt, clay, and cedar.
Here is mine— a fading yellow sun glowing in her crushed
white pedals of purity.

She leaned over, unlocked my passenger door—
and I wondered why her car doesn’t have automatic locks?
And she wondered why I was incapable of taking a hint?
And we both looked at the eagerness sitting between us;
A child of our inability to speak and say what we needed.

She leaned over, unlocked my passenger door—
and I went to kiss her forehead
but came up with a mouth
full of eyebrows and furls.

narrative poem written on 04-16-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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