Keememoirs Keehoor

Poet/Author: Keehoor Poem transcript: DARK like the sky just before it peels
into a nascent morning
dark like your pupils dilate
when you see me
dark like the day
we chose to part ways
dark like the chocolate
you brought me later that evening
dark like the hues of your past
you revealed to me
dark like the phoenix tattoo
engraved on your bulbous arm
dark like the words
“tu écris la vie dans ma cœur”
stick thick to my heart
dark like the back of my throat
where this melts on my tongue
before I reveal it all to you

This is a poem about a woman who knows what saves her is more than luck. 
Author/Poet: Keehoor 

Poem transcript:
Lucky Woman
By the looks of it, it appears that luck saves my ass
Luck—not the ilks brought on by tapping three times on a door
Or puffing quick charms on objects; that's just crass
Not stones or shells found embedded in the ocean floor

But I go by the thing we label pure coincidence or chance
With more than two decades of a cascade called life
I walk beguiled and cursed, a woman who knows romance
By books, films, long drives, cakes cut and eaten without a knife

I count days and nights, not dates on calendar
With unproductive daylight or fruitful midnight oil
I find solitude in the inventories of burning lavender
Closed forests, open hilltops, and mountain passes that coil

Sometimes I don't worry if I'll ever find the right man
Sometimes I worry that I don't worry at all
There's so much to do, so much that I still can
I stumble, I fumble, but something saves me again from the fall
It must be luck, after all