I Am, A Poem
I am a jazz heart, slow rainy rhythms and black silk stockings.
I am late night rendezvous, the girl you never get to know completely.
I am the sound of heels on cobbled streets, the flutter of fear before a first kiss.
I am steady logic, cold heart, warm hands; gentle eyes and big plans.
I am the bite of red wine.
I am the shadow thoughts. Insidious kindness.
I am dark ocean waves that carry the moon’s reflection no closer to shore.
I am purple orchids, pale lips, green eyes.
I am dark blue.
I am a winding line that snakes around the straight path.
I am cats claws hidden beneath soft paws.
I am melancholy.
I am the warm glow of a street light on empty city streets.
I am the skyline, peaceful until you get too close and begin to see all my cracks and crimes.
I am the scratch of a violin bow in the echoes of very old music halls that carry the ghosts of luxury within their walls.
I am watery and willowy, prismatic like the many edges of a diamond with too many sides.
I am dimly lit corridors that lead to intoxicating pleasures.
I am silent stares from across the room.
I am foundation; strong on my own, but incomplete.
I am quiet power.
Who are you?