April Fools

 

An April Fool waits too long, believes too

Long the previous month’s kisses

Spinning new moon after new moon rue

And the limb enjambment’s jigsaw

Perfection of the abdominal slope

And hope

The April Fool believes in rising again

At the stroke repeated, fears no flood,

And sees the turning of now to then

Made less sad, breath by quickening

Breath, lightening this side of the skies,

Then cries

Would the April Fool wait on for scent

Alone, a breath of sandalwood or sweat,

The hollow where the neck is bent

And the sugar rush biting not so gently

Back, and still set aside pride,

You decide

The other April Fool lets go, lets Not

Untie the knot, one kiss being like unto

Another after all, and why repeat the plot

So peak blindness pleasure built up thrice

Just leaks away in weeks of rain

No pain

Did we say goodbye, such an April Fool

Am I; to say farewell, were you an April Fool

As well?  If saying “April Fools” could set

It right, this pair of fools could make a straight.

Oh, why did those kisses came so late,

Curse Fate.

Comments

[Semaphore]

Wonderful interpretation! I love the subtle rhymes that lilt you through the poem, all the way to the end, where it comes back to the very personal.

[Martin Vargas]

Love it!

[Joyce Kane]

Excellent work, Stacy! This poem could be used in English class to teach how to write clever, witty, richly-layered verse!