Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Recent, Beer-Induced Poem

The Next Slow One

It was hellish to wait watching you dance with others,
while lovely.
Agonizing to envision future cowardice on my part.
The time would come.

But a tree grew taller in the interim. Forests were born
and died, turning to coal.
Countries were toured, sunny beaches lain upon
before [miracle] --

the band, slowing as my heart raced in apposite time
obliged my resolve.
The first notes of that song an echo of your smile --
you gave me your hand.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --


D.B. said...

Pretty romantical for being beer induced. Nice!

Cipriano said...

Thank you, Dana.
You know what they say..... Beer!
It's the drink of love!

Beth said...