Your gaze brought me…

to your mouth
where you leave me;
hovering, a stage
bird hung from a frayed
string. It was in those days
when we wrote our
anxieties on the outline
of each other’s lips
that made our kisses bitter.
When we wrote so many
letters home asking
unanswerable questions,
of those we had abandoned.
Now in this dark room
we trace the line of each
other’s ribs gently, a subtle

gesture, we both understand.



One Comment Add yours

  1. slpmartin says:

    The last few lines engender old memories…that were most pleasant.

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