The Exceptional Sun


Staring up at coarse plaster

My legs spread like a compass

You pushing into me by rote

Your mind reeling off the box scores

While you jab and jab


With a quick blast

You evacuate

And we retreat back

To our camps again

Your back and its shrapnel of freckles between us


A month ago

I was barricaded behind a collasal wall

of expectation

Still domesticated by hormones

That lasted through two years of nursing our son

Puppetted by the baby’s soft, magical cries

Your stomach rumblings

Or the simple rattling of dirty silverware

Now you on your coast

And me in the shadow

of your mountain

The exceptional sun claws its way to me in tiny speckles.


~ by Dark Landscapes on March 27, 2012.

3 Responses to “The Exceptional Sun”

  1. well done

  2. great piece here with a great feel.

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