Two Poems|Cheryl Vargas
Off my mark
Smack on the lips! The kiss on the cheek went awry.
Overshot my target three inches left. Landed on his
mouth. It all happened so quickly. I followed through.
Although completed with a subpar version of my best
work, like some knockoff Gustav Klimt. The train
slipped the track. Why didn’t I just do it properly? After all,
I was already in the perfect spot. Take my time
like lovers do, lean in hold his face, a hand on each
cheek feel his beard, young thorns on a dining car
rose. Guide his gaze out of focus his soft eyes a hazy
silhouette. Embrace him, steal his breath, bite his
lower lip. Repeat slowly, like dance. Spend a lifetime.
Softly pull back a slow sunset beneath the horizon. A
butterfly whisper across his lips, then finish on the
exhale, my wind chimes to his train whistle. Bring him
back into focus. Allow him to return the gesture. His
locomotive kiss.
Smack his cheek!
\Flecks of light
He gazes at me as I spy his shadow dancing upon the water. Soft
as a breeze, I whisper to him. Swim with me. Swim alongside me
for I will not lead, dive deep down hold your breath, hold me.
Beneath the surface darkness will protect us. No voices filling our
heads. A mermaid of dream.
Photo by Debby Hudson on Unsplash
Bio:
Cheryl Vargas is a New Jersey native who writes for pleasure. Her poems are inspired by the many hats she wears. This includes her daily experiences working and enjoying life with her husband, sons, and daughters. Her latest poem was featured in the Spring/ Summer 2020 edition of Tiferet.
