For You
You say
I don’t
write about
you
enough.
Your beautiful,
burgundy
birthmarks
shaped like clouds
floating
on your arm.
Or your silky,
black hair
that dances
and shakes
like Shakira.
Or your smooth,
caramel-colored
skin
and decadent,
hazelnut eyes
that twirl
like a creamy
cup of coffee.
Or your
drum-beating
heart
that rattles
my soul
like an earthquake
out of its body
laid bare
on this page
for you.
- © Ken Kakareka 2023
Ken Kakareka is a poet, novelist, short story writer, essayist, and editor who lives in Fullerton, California with his lovely wife. He is the author of Late to Bed, Late to Rise (Black Rose Writing, 2013). Ken's words have appeared or are on their way in a number of rags including Gargoyle Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy and so on. A list of selected publications can be found at kenkakareka.com.
2 comments:
You must love her and see here for who she really is. Lovely.
Love this so much. The attention to detail. What we notice in the one we love ... Well done.
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