Delicious

Day 19: RWP asks us to write a poem about a light-bulb moment. This effort might not be exactly on prompt but it's about the same feeling. Am thinking I may have poetry for a midnight snack(;

Delicious

Poetry shifts the senses

like first love

or a shot of tequila

after too much red wine.

You eat roses for breakfast

and spoon clouds into your tea.

Trees sing of the bodies

pressed against them,

bare limbs reawakening.

Knots untie themselves

Pie crusts roll themselves out

Letters long lost find their way home

You drift through days

with the pulsing luminosity

of jellyfish

and realize you have synesthesia

the same way you realize

you have been hungry your entire life

Sunlight smells like your mother's hair

The moon on the waves sounds like sax music

Your lover's voice looks like fireworks

In a dream you put a poem in the microwave

Awaken, fumble for the light

and find it waiting for you

warm, ready,

and delicious.