Like Vines
By Matthew Dial
i think it was noon
when we intertwined
in the trunk of my car
our shadows took shapes
of a dark congregation
holding a fleeting, eternal revelry
and the smell of your lips reminded me
of a scent i had only imagined in tears
and they tasted of sweet tangerine
as i listened to you sing
i wouldn’t have heard
a furious million lions roar
over the siren,
your lilac voice
was my lighthouse
if you’re a dream, i’ll relinquish my waking hours
i’ll plead Morpheus keeps me in your arms
i’ll hope my dreams of you don’t wake me up
and that we waited holding anchors
ships unharbored in the hungering storm
is the only place where we went wrong
for you i’d give my soul away
my spirit as your grot and dreck
i’d rot my flesh and bones away
to serve as compost for my Magnolia
if you ever so much as ask
i’d paint my heart, my eyes, the world
in all your glorious different shades
of apple and wine red
if you were beyond the windowpanes
i’d trade my pen, my ears, my life
to peek out through the curtain
to glimpse into your starry eyes
and stare forever at your evening sky
and run forever against the dawn
because you are the moon
and you look beautiful tonight
The Trinity Review 