Apparently, by Sylvia Parker

Apparently

Apparently my subconscious has gone and left me
for another poet? Please let it be Mallarme   so
when the immutable order
returns it to me
it will be as a new lover
as a chance meeting on a train trip
washed in twinkly possibilities
his brown eyes so deep they look black
and the curls around his face sharp
against the blurring countryside
his graceful outlines revealing
adventures I long to remember
strange but welcoming
touchingly familiar
with knuckles soaked
in blue ink
L O V E.

poems.one - Sylvia Parker

Sylvia Parker