poems & poetic prose

string of pearls

 
 
I remember when we were young
and I used to steal your kisses
in the carelessness of your sleep,
while through the night
our time would seep
as light as a windblown feather –

kisses many and brief
and strung together

carefully

orderly

like
a
melody
or
a
daisy
chain
or
Venetian
glass
beads
or
even
of a
pearl
necklace
the tiny
pearls
like seeds,
one
by
one
by
one
by
one
by

insubstantial nearly
of so breezy and light,
but definitely there.

In the dead of night
I’d take them from your lips
without a care
just as one takes little sips

sup by sup

a string of pearls

from your cup
always full
of promise and delight.
 
 
 
© Nina Light 2015 CC-BY-NC-ND


Featured image: “Strings of Pearls” by Neely Wang, and can be found here at neelywang.com