The Allure of Lemniscate


I may never go home again
My new lover likes to
feed me cake
and serves iced
champagne for breakfast.

He clothes me in himself
and says I wear him well

I wonder if he knows
I would go anywhere
with him
Even if we had to live
on pocket change
and the tic tacs
in my purse

At night we lie in bed
and make soulful art
He traces his name
on my body in heavy script
And I paint his concrete
city with graffiti

Afterwards, we lay
heart upon heart
and he beguiles me
with stories
of ancient mariners.
and sanguine times
I marvel at his semantic fusion

In the morning, he wakes me
with soft kisses
before he goes to work
I always link my fingers
with his
as we say goodbye
Two branches entwined

I hesitate to let him go.
Fearful there will come a time
when I wake up and find that
Michelangelo has left the chapel

And I’ll wonder
if I imagined him,
and he imagined me,
until there is nothing
left just paint splattered
dreams, the tragedy of a moment lost, an a anthem of some place we’ve never been.

Tosha Michelle


78 thoughts on “The Allure of Lemniscate

  1. Please accept my apologies for my many ‘likes’ and comments today. I don’t mean to take up so much of your time and space… but I must tell you that this post is magnificent. I read poetry every day because I enjoy reading the poetic endeavors of others and find inspiration for my own words. Your words and emotions are so beautiful. You have inspired me and humbled me with your artistry. Thank you so much for sharing it with us…

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    1. I’m flattered. Thank you. I appreciate the kind words. Likes and comments are always welcome. I hope your weekend is one to write about.


  2. To sum it up in one word. Marvelous! This one has an irresistible quality to it, passion, love and oozes of warmth, just a splendid piece of poetry. Tosha, you put a smile on my face πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•

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      1. Of course, there’s a little more to it than that. You also have to go about in a hat with wine corks hanging all around the brim from little pieces of string because absolutely everybody down here wears those all the time.

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  3. This is poetry dear Poet.
    “I may never go home again
    My new lover likes to
    feed me cake
    and serves iced
    champagne for breakfast.”
    The above lines perfect and true. People shall leave destine places for the glory of love and appreciation.

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