The smell of Zinfandel lingers on his lips. The television buzzes like a flowerbed of bees; its images flicker in his dark bedroom. We dance, since childhood waiting for this one perfect song to play.
He asks about my tattoo. I remember my husband.
We kiss before I can confess.
Pegah Mehdizadeh is a writer in Los Angeles and is currently working on her novel, Beneath the Shade of the Pomegranate Tree.
I smile & get teary eyed at same time… What a beautiful portrayal of lost love and new found love!
a haiku to congratulate on this poem:
awesome bleeping job
these fiddy words rock-ed me
Mehdizadeh me.
Nice work Mehdiz!