Back down South, where you grew up on Bible
and cattle ranching was where we were at our best,
our honeymoon period in the Texan summer.
I bought a broken up, once-red convertible
that roared us from Dallas to small town life.
It doubled as a bed and I almost forgot how it veered
off left when I tried to help you navigate the map.
I used to joke that the freckle on your shoulder
Was a cartographer (I baptised him Manny) - And the shadows
under your eyes in the mornings after we slept together
but didn't sleep were miniature elephant tombs.
You would smile like a baby and I would remind myself
Now, every once in a while I pull back the dusty cover
And sit in it.
I face South.
Written for Baby Rainbow's club battle challenge
This is such an enjoyable read! I can clearly imagine being raised in the South, and you have such an ease and natural flow with your verses. There's a lot of character here which stands out to me... it makes me think of reading something out of a novel about this adventurous love, alive and always dreaming. The part about the freckle on the shoulder is unique and makes this piece more charming. A very reminiscent poem that has those bittersweet moments of those younger years.