Adamantine

A poem

Photo by Jack O'Rourke on Unsplash

Adamantine

Like Wolverine’s claws
And memories of
Cousins and their
Superman drawers on Saturday morning,
Hoggin’ all the syrup oppressing
A smooth indent in
Buttery cakes

I can’t forget it ever.

Like sharp blades of time,
embed themselves, locked in
A majestic oversweep
The cranberry hugs you give me and
Goosebump kisses, my panties
Blush pink

Indelible- our first argument
I remain rooted, planted in
My convictions but you remain in your
Spot, in my heart, in my hair in my
Bed- nipples and navel too.
I vowed the memory will never fall
From our pockets of time

Even my prayers are cemented
In the old Jesus
And my knees take on the shape
Of Buddah’s Zen,
Unmovable by anything

©ericajean

*Poem is also posted on Miraquill