Painting by Evelyn Hamilton
You Snored Like a Bird
I never believed people like you existed:
When you hovered off the ground instead of walking…
When you laughed, I heard wind chimes tinkling
around the corners of your eyes,
When we laughed so hard, I honestly thought I would die.
Is great humor not the sexiest thing besides…?
…besides silk and velour, leather, sandalwood and an attitude?
How many times did we laugh until we kissed?
How many times did I pinch myself, to make sure
I was not dreaming?
When we spent our first night together…
You snored..but you snored like a bird;
you snored in notes, and down feathers,
Springtime and indigo blue.
Your rhythm was perfect; you were pitch-perfect too.
Your hair fell over the pillowcase like a waterfall
Who were you really?
Even I was not that imaginative to have invented you.
I certainly was not worthy and yet you loved me.
How could I not love you?
How could I not fear that this could never last?
If I was wrong about everything else, my love
I was certainly right about that.
One day, you woke up, glided out the gate
down the middle of the path and that was that.
All the magic you suspended over us,
all the uncanny, the wondrous
fell like heavy air…everywhere.
I still have never found another soul,
to laugh with me and hypnotize the room,
to beguile and bewitch and kiss my lips
and who snored with me in harmony.
June 26, 2021