Sparrow Blue

Some days I feel like Sylvia

Opening the oven door

When Anais walks

Into the kitchen

And reminds me to live

Feel the flush of my skin

When he whispers in my ear
My heartbeat like a drum
Desirous of everything

Cocooned in satin at

The sound of Billie's voice

Tasting the subtle notes

Of the Bordeaux 

As it hits my tongue

Trickles down my throat

Sets fire to my belly

Bicycling down steep hills

As the wind 

slam-dances 

With me...

But It's been six days

Since I've seen

Our city's skyline
The tops of the buildings
Swallowed by a thick
Suffocating fog

And I feel I am being

Carried away with it

The sky won't stop

Weeping and the

Atmospheric pressure

Crushes my heart 

A little more each day

It's taking all my strength

To avoid a shallow life

Dive deep within myself

To find the answers

Be filled purpose

And to know 

I cannot save anyone

I can only love them

Including myself...

~Amber C. Smith 2015