Like a piano playing tunes of Blues
Like a sun casting a sparrow of light
through the breach of the window
Like the wind caressing the ripples
of the ocean water
like a vilon sirening its last stroke
of repulsing melodies
like the color and space of which belongs
within me and the sky
like the fingers of the bass guitar
playing drums alongside the
beat of my skip along heart
like a word begging to be said
like all living lungs forgetting
the rhythm required to breathe
Like a garden of Monarchs setting ablaze
the forest within my chest
like a a living fool who forgets the art and magic of words
That- love, is how I feel
when I look at you.
© Winnie Jakaitis