The End of the Affair
Steel rain drives the wedding into the Church—
I swim through the mist to greet you in the garden.
Lovers meet in the shade of a lotus tree
next to a bench splattered, muddied by water.
In the evenings, bold light showers us
as cardinals erupt from the gold-laced laburnum.
We shiver in the Carnegie looking for Klee.
You built stained glass from a scratch on your wrist.
Welcomed by Spring with pastel hyacinths,
art bored me. Now, I draw the lines on your face
from memory. Temptation, threatening, I walk alone,
your expression filling the hollow spaces of my mind.
Sammy Bellin lives in Lewisburg, PA. His poetry appears or is forthcoming in Rust & Moth, wildscape. literary journal, January House Literary Journal, Delicate Emissions, La Rotonde Review, and The Bloomin’ Onion. You can find him on Instagram @sammyabellin.