poetry
patience
a poem by jacob berg
Aug 15, 2022
sometimes only when i
see your eyelashes or
i am washing my face in
the bathroom mirror, i
draw my breath through your
perfect nothing, your fleeting
lips. sometimes only when
i have learned this
song for you and when i
sleep the night through even
pardon the birds for waking me
from a vision of your cheeks
at my fingertips, sometimes
only when you are music i
play freely and
the apartment smells of
muffins and our
mouths are purple, sometimes i
remember the story of
an elderly boy, lonely
beneath the pile, rest
my legs on your legs,
pass you smoke
from my mouth, patient
as patience can be.
