Joelle
Joelle
Joelle scares me sometimes
She tiptoes on the edge of the bridge
Wearing high heels
Half drunk and half-asleep
And I hold her hand tightly
Afraid she might fall and disappear
She jumps into my arms abruptly
And puts her lips on mine
I feel my heart burning
And chanting her name on repeat
Like a poem trying to make sense
And I make them a habit - poetry and her.
She doesn't talk about politics
Says the world is gonna burn anyway
Instead, she talks about the planets far away
And paints us into different constellations
She talks about the flowers unnamed
And how she would collect them all for me
And I sit there in awe of her
Trying to figure out what she's thinking
When she sits by the window
Staring at the horizon and beyond
As if communicating with cosmic entities
That only answer to her.
I watch her fall asleep on my lap
Her heartbeat slowly syncing with mine
Eyeliner smudged and lipstick faded
I don't ask her about the marks on her neck
Or her stomach or thighs
She often jokes about her past memories
And how her ex-lover almost killed her
She laughs like it's some puzzle
She finally put it together after years of trials
And I look at her and wonder
How can someone be so broken?
And yet so stunningly beautiful?
Some mornings I'd wake up alone
The other side of the bed, empty and cold
Only to find her painting blank canvases
She'd paint the Icarus falling and Lucifer rising
Every stroke falling out of her hands like magic
She tells me we'd be living in Paris someday
She'd be making art and I'd be writing poems
She goes on talking for several hours
And I sit there staring at her
And thinking to myself
How much of me is yet to love her?
How much of her I'm yet to fall in love with?
Joelle never calls me pretty
Instead, she says, "You're real"
And I spend seven nights
Trying to figure out what she means
But Joelle isn't the type of person
Who can be unraveled in a lifetime
She's the kind they name planets and storms after
She's the kind they write poems and songs after
One-touch and you'd catch fire
One kiss and your lips wouldn't remember anyone else
And I can't put it into words
How lucky I was to have met her.
I ask her if she'd stay
She hugs me as tightly as possible
And says she'd be a fool to leave me
She talks about how this is the best time of her life
And looks at me with piercing eyes
Like I'm an equation she's trying to solve
Finally bursting into a fit of laughter
And I can't help but think
If this is how love feels like
Warm yet so painful around the edges
Calm but chaos inside the walls
Familiar yet a stranger at times.
I wonder if someday she'd a memory
Too painful to come back to
If I'd bite my tongue every time
Her name fell out of my lips
I can't help but think about the goodbye
That perhaps awaits me in a dark alley
Or a December night or an afternoon phone call
And I think about how these words
Will never be enough to capture all of her
Every minute with her feels like a lifetime
And the world is a beautiful place again
And Joelle, she's mine.