If this love for you was a bruise, aching
there would be such relief
cool, sweet relief
seeing it fade.
a pinch that would hurt just so,
bleed dark blossoms under smooth skin
raised rough, a tender spot
probed with a finger for a little
fading to the yellow
and green of crushed fruit
under a tropical heel, a Jamaican heel
square, confident and matronly
working its way purely
down the old stone sidewalk.
If this love for you was a bruise, tomorrow
or the next day, maybe
it would be gone.
July 19, 2009