The Bellini was Served in a Klein Bottle

I would like for you to kiss me
under the light
on the corner
of Rizal Drive and 29th
the midnight of a drizzly Friday
in the summertime

I saw a couple there once,
at that same spot
so deeply lost in
each other
and that infinite moment

while I stood across the street
unintentionally privy
to their intimacy
beads of light rain
on my hair and warm mist
sticking to my skin,
trying to find a cab
that would take me home

the street lamp illuminated
the nocturnal drops,
slashes of a thousand
silver knives on
the black of night
dancing with gravity,
and them

I was so sleepy that
half of me thought it unreal,
while
the other half thought of you

the same half that
got reminded,
in a fit of déjà vu, how
certain things, like
perfect timing and true love
align like stars and
create a means for
the less than usual
to happen,
such as time folding
upon itself

and if you kiss me
under that light
in that rain
at that hour
next Friday
this summer,
that could be us that
I am watching from
several yards away
right before I get home
to write this poem
and tell you where
and when
I would like you to kiss me.

7 thoughts on “The Bellini was Served in a Klein Bottle

  1. I loved the story within a story, the longing, the descriptive language and the way time folds in upon itself effortlessly.

    Telescopic!

  2. He will put lot’s of little kisses (like raindrops) all over me….right here and right there and then EVERYWHERE?!
    It reminds me of a summertime love/ lover. The anticipation is so sweet.
    “;_)
    I love it.

  3. Have informed employees I do not do any work until Iris’s poem is read.

    The imagery in the fourth stanza is my favorite, but I think the whole thing is amazing– I had goosebumps when I finished it, even after the second reading. I think it’s perfect.

  4. Bravo!!! I particularly loved the stanza below..

    the same half that
    got reminded,
    in a fit of déjà vu, how
    certain things, like
    perfect timing and true love
    align like stars and
    create a means for
    the less than usual
    to happen,
    such as time folding
    upon itself

    Thank you for brightening up my day..

  5. The imagery throughout is outstanding, but I have come to expect that from you. The movement in the last stanza however, is the highlight of the poem for me.

    Incredible as always. You continue to be one of my main sources of inspiration, Iris. Thank you.

  6. the street lamp illuminated
    the nocturnal drops,
    slashes of a thousand
    silver knives on
    the black of night
    dancing with gravity..

    …such descriptive words for this scene…..another great piece….as always, thanks for sharing your work.

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