somewhere up here
you might bite the whole horizon.
love pours in
like an emptied sack of apples. tastes fresh
like apples, and smells
like apples too.
I am on the sofa
fiddling with a poem
and she, for a change,
is trying out painting. working a canvas
with brushes and cheap oils
which I bought
but so far haven’t used.
she shows me her picture;
it’s a skyline – yellow
at the base and rising
darkness. I look at her, love like hummingbirds
buzzing flowers. love
like horseshoes, falling from open doors. the sofa
might as well be mountaintop. I can’t be honest – don’t know
if it’s good. everything she does
looks good to me. from up here
you might bite the whole horizon.
DS Maolalai has been nominated four times for Best of the Net and three times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019).
