Looking Back by: Lynnette Morinini

My sister is a sonnet
~a haiku

unspoken words
upon sealed envelopes
never sent

my tongue knows the taste
of her tears

sapphires

me lying in her room
escaping childhood

holding on

one pillow holding two cheeks
arms wrapping round
Each other-
Musically

Oh, to be the winds
That brought us here

I kiss her sleeping lashes
My hands holding her face
Like a jewel
And me
Slipping out of her room
Like air

Perhaps she will never know
The way her emerald
Water-colored eyes
Pour through me

Like
Liquid
Diamonds
still