A series of connected moments
The hand on cheek
speaking volumes
with no sound.
A flash of recognition
my eyes
bright
against your cry.
The weave of your kiss
caught on the edge of my jacket
a thread
to follow.
Awareness only
found in continuance
if you are naked
so am I.
A Wisteria in my mouth
you
magenta
ripening
shedding seeds
on fertile ground.
Time winding down
in the curl of our spines.
Turn to sepia
Parchment skin
hides the beat within.
Your precious gifts are dying.
Remember?
If you are naked
so am I......
Holding back death
decay
with interlocked memories
winding through gnarled fingers.
A series of connected moments
breaking.
For we were naked once.
1 comment:
no that's not it. It was some clever wordplay around moments. Something about taking a moment from the coffee table and putting it in your jacket ... mmm bugger. can't remember ...
god I hate this fuc.king google shit thing. I have to sign in again every time I want to make a bloody comment.
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