RELATIONSHIP Poem: Silver Lining, by Mary Brackett

When you think of him,
you think of the smoke
that stung at your eyes.
That which did not technically
form a full fire.
You preferred the tongue
to the flames.
How it hung
out of his open mouth,
how it invited you wide-eyed,
to keep you
under the moon
where your face became slick
with the dusk.
The smoke arched higher
& the soft flesh of your back
smacks the chair that
you found on discount
that one summer.
You had taken turns driving, you & him.
Flipping through radio stations,
bursting through the vivid vocabulary
of paint swatches that you had slipped
into your back pocket
to learn their names:
Paper lantern, drift of mist, soft fern, & him.
Him, your silver lining, your every hue.

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