For Her Only Poem by Nick Scalisi

Woman with Walt Whitman blue in her eyes
Comes like tempest through the narrow path of night,
Like the sudden rush of wings from the fruit bats in flight,
She shatters the quiet of your perfect alibi.

Dancing in the rain, amongst the swings and the merry go round
Abandoned by the children of spring she turns tears into wine.
She is sadness of river running silent and dark
Flowing down stream
To unrepentant ocean waters
Where the jellyfish floats to a faraway Asian sorrow.

She sends firelights onto beaches of white sands and contemptuous streams,
To illuminate our burning embrace made of hunger for flesh and unrequited love.
Had the wind stolen your happiness with its sudden change of course I would try to make it stop.
With the touch of my hand, I would make it go away.

But I am not God like nor am I otherworldly,
As I am just a man caught in the midst of a tornado, you call home.
I will try to understand your tempests of sorrow and sunrises of remorse
As long as I have you near me.

I need you back into my splintered arms,
Back to my circumscriptive life, back to my hollow bed.

What can I say about you?
Whatever words I have, I will keep locked inside a bottle,
I will cast this bottle out to sea.
If someone ever finds it,
Let them say that there was love inside that bottle.
If they ever find me without you,
Let them say they found a fool.