STEPHANIE PACHECO
Chan

Yes, there was a rhythm in the air that night.
It was the rhythm of your lovely sounds.
Your halfway flawless poetry.
So, it goes this way….
I waited; not long, but I waited.
My girl, you've come at last; and,
when I turned my tired vision toward
you, my heart was reborn. It began to
abuse my chest, as if it were trying to hurt me.
As the night darkened, you lighted.
I remember the childish feeling simply
called bliss. I heard your passion in that
great hole that night. But, now, I have you near me
in the flesh! Close enough to taste, and
too far from love. My sweet girl, you're as
beautiful as a great unsolved murder!
I could have easily mistaken you for
the ocean or the sky that night. I could have
called out to you as if you were a god.
You talked and shared a story, your long
brown hair falls over your mysterious eyes.
But, I would not say a word, for I was frozen to
the bone. Let's say that I would have called you
"love" that night, but you would think me silly.
No, no, my Chan, I'm not silly. I'm simply a woman
loving another woman.