Song 53

“Song 53”

What is a poem to a creme brulee?

A tap, a crack, a crumb

Burnt sugar on your lip

And what is a creme brulee to a song,

An echo, little words

To taste upon your tongue

What is a song to a body

willing, a kiss like June

This fire in your mouth

But what is a body to a poem

Between sweet lines, this breath

Is all I have to offer

It’s been awhile since I wrote a poem; a year, in fact, since I began this one.  A whole year for 12 lines.  I am not a prolific poet, but I like this one, so I thought I’d share it with you.

I had the first stanza (in a slightly modified variations) almost instantly; the rest just came in the last month, composed in a prototype notebook with a concertina spine and mismatched hotel paper that I keep just for scraps of poetry.

This is a birthday poem for an unnamed recipient.  The title reflects this.  I have not started on next year’s poem.