Hallelujah
by Matt Walker
When she doubles over sounds like Hallelujah – Cold War Kids (Hair Down)
I remember the smiles
bare-teeth soothing-
I never knew I had dimples.
Your choir girl laughter
as the rain pours,
screams hallelujah.
My redemption shimmers in your hair.
As we lie I can
count the hours through
your tick-tocking heart’s clock.
Your back is a canvas.
I paint graphemes
as you reconcile
the sweet nothings I stroke
into your skin.
Your mask turns opaque;
I can see
parts of you that wouldn’t be had
we never met.
I see you.
Did you ever see me?
Matt Walker was born and raised in St. Petersburg, Florida. Most of his work involves his locale as being a mixture of North and South, something he’s come to terms with. He says this poem “compares religious enlightenment, in terms of a river baptism, to a lover’s relationship and questions the effects of this so-called “enlightenment.”
Gregory Luce / September 26, 2012
Nice!
Andy Williams / November 8, 2012
Wonderful. Matt is an amazing talent. An artist, musician, poet and a warm and sincere person.