I Bring You #2
By Dru Carole Gibson, Army
Writing Type: Poem
I bring you the apple of my knowledge,
My forbidden fruit on a velvet cushion
With beaded tassels.
You laughed in delight at my clown shoes
As they danced into your heart.
Mock river dust, like turtles creeping across the road,
Blows down chimneys, called out your name
While rancid rain was puddling
In the comers of the square.
We danced through the rivers of laughter,
The cicadas calling continually, buzzing the summer skies,
The heat, a heavy blanket
Pressing on our hearts.
The circus came to town,
and laughter filled the color-lit night sky
As popcorn and peanuts scattered on the ground.
We sailed our songs across the river’s mist
To echo on faraway shores.