Our time together hand-wound
the dirt, our skin, holds the heat of the day
long past dark
the deeper we look away
from one another and across
the climbing hills
into the stars arriving
from the daylight ash
the dark walks behind me
matches my confusion step for step
hides my limp
arrests my hands and all
from reaching to break a fall
or scrambling up again.
sept 1, 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment