first for August
What do you know about me?
Things you should know about me:
I’m not clever with mirrors.
I do not blow smoke. Not me.
I’m not my clothes, hair, makeup, skin.
I am inside these things, me.
You make me laugh; I like that.
A great compliment, from me.
“I had a good time,” I say.
I mean it; believe you me.
I ask “want to come on in?”
I like you, trust you, me.
“Want to go to bed?” Too bold?
I want you to sleep with me.
“Good morning! Coffee?” I ask.
I want you to stay with me.
I’m not clever with mirrors.
I do not blow smoke, not me.
What do you know about me?
All this, you’ve learned about me.
This is the very first poem I've ever written! It is a Ghazal, sort of. I don't exactly understand how the rhyme scheme is supposed to work, but I followed all the other rules of Ghazals, I think. Oddly, it was easier with the Ghazal form; I tried free verse first, and I couldn't make it work.
Old dog! New tricks!