Double Confession

For Anmol’s Confession prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub.

Double Confession

“In my midnight confessions
When I tell all the world that I love you” The Grass Roots

A smoldering hot August night,
Cicadas sawing and humming bird moths
circling the cleomes.
End of season honeysuckle perfuming the air
and gardenias gleaming in the moonlight.
You came over for dinner and I spilled lemonade
in your lap because I loved you so much
and my hand refused to be steady.
We had been to a kendo demonstration
and you were one of the demonstrators.
In the living room your katana rested on the coffee table.
I loved you so much.
I wanted to tell you but I was afraid of losing you
as a friend –
I loved you so much.
We sat in the glider desultorily moving back and forth
When you said to me,
as if in an afterthought –
Watashi wa kokoromara anata o ashitemiasu*.
I thought I understood you but…
What did you just tell me?
I love you with all my heart,
you whispered.
I sat up straight and glared at you.
You laughed and pulled me close.
I have been wanting to tell you that since we met.
I leaned against you.
I loved you so much.

old snapshot taken in Duke U Medical Library 1979

*Japanese for I love you will all my heart

Confession: Hanakotoba 花言葉

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This is done for today’s prompt at dVerse Poetics Pub – confession.

Hanakotoba 花言葉 – Language of flowers
You handed me the bouquet.
“I have a confession”
I looked at the flowers
in the bouquet
and heard the words
but as you wanted me to hear them:
水仙) daffodil – respect
椿 camellias – yellow, white, red –
longing and love, eternity
赤い薔薇 red rose, passion

We stood in the gentle spring rain
I searched my mind for the words:
“春雨 しゅんう shun u”
you whispered.

I smiled.
“Already the rain smells differently.
A smell of growing things
instead of the sharp tang
of bareness.”
春雨 しゅんう shun u
gentle spring rain.

I held the bouquet close
to my face.
I kissed each flower
with the softness
of shy kisses on your face.

I have a confession to make.
And I handed the bouquet
back to you.
You smiled and reached for me
the bouquet between us.

Those days long ago,
long gone.
How could I ever
confess that day
to another?
bless me,
it has been a lifetime
since my last confession.

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