My Cardboard Balcony

Night Walk Downtown by Belinda Roddie She holds my hand and checks her make-up in her compact mirror Her eyes grow wings that fold into each other like black velvet interspersed with stars The ones who pass by as we stand on the pier are wind-tousled and tossed like leaves on the aggressive summer wind that doesn't let up even for lovers Once the reflection is tucked away she lets her palm navigate to my back She likes where it curves below my belt I let her touch me there for as long as she likes

Every piece of me has been separated across all seven seas. If you wish to find all of me, you will need to search far and wide. You will need to fly, sail, swim, hike, crawl, and trek your way up mountains, through valleys, across rivers, and over cooling clouds. If you happen to find the key elements first, then perhaps the rest of me will be less reluctant to join them. It will take time, as well as patience, which I hope you have.