The Lyrics Of Past Nights

A poem

When Nora Jones appeared on BET
When jazzy, acidic words
Flew between you and family

My shorts were shorter
Than my temper and
Your eyes as light as now

You saw me as prey
And I craved it
Your eyes were so hungry for
Me and we’d eat late
Sleep later

Those days when the beach’s
Waters were gray as concrete
And the concrete swallowed
Our soft steps

Brandy’s full moon
Hovered over our
Bed a while longer on repeat

Snow crept up lazily to our
Window that year, spheres
Of white stuck to the window pane
With panting breaths

©ericajean

*Poem is based on a Miraquill prompt about nostalgia.