“In the Deep, Unexpected Dark”

May 18, 2022


In the Deep, Unexpected Dark

for May Ziadeh

I cried my tears. 
I cried your tears on your behalf. 
I cried in the places where 
your tears melted and trickled 
towards mine. 
I felt your fears 
and my themes 
passing through me and on...
I looked into your years, and wants, 
and words.
That night, you came to me 
at midnight. I thought you'd been 
holding back a little of your smile 
to not frighten me, stepped back 
and away
after your hands 
swept over my calves,
smiling, but you were aglow, 
despite your own consideration.
In that dark midnight hour,
your smile seeped through the night 
through my closed eyelids, 
despite your own efforts,
like flower-honeyed sea blossoms 
seeping into the warm, 
damp air, well-past midnight,
into that unsuspecting
darkness of earliest summer, 
like melted honey sweetening the whole cup, tantalizing, 
strawberry-like, too. One night,
I heard you begin 
to sing for me, a little operatically,
but very quietly and gently: my name, just that one note. I thought, "Are you writing me a song?" 
You laughed warmly 
and said, “That's it..." 
and then 
you sang my name 
again.

Jade

photo May 19, ’21

I wasn’t trying to fly, was doing yoga. 🙂

Read the poem, ”Capricious” by May Ziadeh.

7 responses to ““In the Deep, Unexpected Dark””

  1. what an enjoyable read.

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    1. Thank you Jason! and for reading. 🙂

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  2. Thank you Jason! and for reading. 🙂

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