Bourée

blueflannel

Chester, 1:00 a.m.

You will always be blue flannel,
a plaid hard crush against skin,
lips on a flute in the dark,
and the taste of unseen spirits.
Your kiss,
the punch-drunk dance
against kitchen counter —
what did you want from me
in that brief romance?
I still wonder.


POEM ©2014, Jen Payne; inspired by one moment and Bourée, by Jethro Tull.
IMAGE: Untitled (Blue Divided by Blue), Mark Rothki, 1966.

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