A simple three verse poem about the love of my life.
Again
I can place you there
Pottering in the garden of my mind
I can turn your face to look at me
and see your smile.
I can hold that moment, a frozen second,
and then allow the mists of other memories to
fade it to the back.
I can recall how warm your skin felt
on that summer’s day in Paris
The way the bead of sweat rolled
casually down the side of your face, as you said ‘yes’.
I can taste your excited kiss the day that
good news arrived,
And the sound of impatience when
recalcitrant rimu refused your nail.
I can muster these memories all day
Turn them in the three dimensional
Stop, Rewind. Pause. Replay.
Knowing that new moments will be encoded,
That you will take my hand
And smile many times before
you kiss me again.
Kiss me again!
Note: By definition, rimu, a New Zealand native wood, is a medium-density softwood. If you have ever tried renovating a house built with rimu you soon discover that there is soft about it – in fact it eats drill bits and nails for breakfast!!
Angele Toomey Poetry 