Laura's Back

My eyes were diverted

my mind taken back

Her presence upon me

her breath an attack

There’s no sense in running

with no place to hide

Although rare in the daylight

her message alive

My pen comes out quickly

and drawn like a sword

Each word spoken plainly

and pointed toward

My life now a capsule

exploding like hail

Her light towing prescience

the comets new tail

Last phrases are written

my senses return

I feel her leave slowly

my pen it still burns

I look down at the page

to see what I wrote

The handwriting foreign

familiar once spoke

“Your life but a dream

between wisps of my breath

“Once spoken inside you

beyond life — and then death”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)