Wednesday, October 27, 2010

AMH-24

It's been a long time since I have seen

you smile. The alabaster would

give to your will, the way your freckles

congregated when

your nose wrinkled, like the space, a blanket

scrunched. I could see forever

in that face – even if you couldn't.


The things yesterday made

have broken into fragments

and spilled across time.

You and I were the same

as clay, shape-deprived, and we molded

along rivulets in the deep earth, to crack

in each other’s mouths.

Like a channel through a

light tunnel:

I felt your years as I flowed

beside you.


Anonymously vague – the tangible

breath of you flew away

from my hands, though I held the warmth.

You were a sky to me. And I held my kite on a string.

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