Subjunctive Blues by John Calvin Hughes

Subjunctive Blues

In the one
dark room,
only the lamp,
the soft bulb.

Only the night,
the black trees
through the
black screen.

Listen.

If I could will
a thing tonight,
it would be
you.

Touch your clothes,
and in the hiss
of stillness,

hear your skin,
reach inside your shirt.

by John Calvin Hughes

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Editor’s Note: Imagery is the key to experiencing this poem. Instead of searching for a definitive meaning, let the images form in your mind and whatever emotion wells up is the truth.

Announcement:  CLOSED to submissions until August 20, 2015. I will resume reading on August 20, 2015. Daily poems will resume on August 24. Thank you!

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