I Met Your Handsome Face Today
(for Dave Abbott-Smith)
© carol voccia March 7, 2009

I met your handsome face today
It arrived still holding a duffle bag of longing
My heart so heavy it might sink my life
Drowning from the wreckage

I looked into those aquamarines
Blinded by my own sad obsession
Of lost self
This body raged full of tears
Painfully living in between
Each breath you have taken since
We shut the door

I saw your handsome face today
In its sweet grace of aging
You remained to me in prime
Hidden among countless summers
And foggy morning musing
The clear sound of you endlessly vibrated
From the belly of my bell
Tolling in each unfulfilled sigh

I dreamt your handsome face today
You’ve rolled around forever on my tongue
Hard like sour candy
A bitter that is strangely sweet
Your residue climbed up my throat
Drowning my brain melting you out of my eyes

I reflected on your handsome face today
Tracing the soft smile you held
Oh so unaware that
You would ever find me in a future sky
But today you fell as a raindrop on my brow anyway
Filling the color on my canvas
As a pixel of bright that never dimmed

I fell behind the black screen of this confessional
On my bloody knees I crawled to speak
Holding on tightly for just a few more seconds
Wearing Holy Mass and Hail Mary’s
Kissing the beads that circle around your
Handsome face today