childhood




remember the night

 

soft touches on the satin stitching

of the scalloped embroidery

on the bed sheet as i fall asleep   reminding me

 

of something yet to be known   the soft lines

of a face on the silver screen   

soft focus   black and white   an actress   

 

remember the night   reminding me

of something just out of reach   

hidden   within   calling   urgent   distant   

 

an ache and an arching   soft and rhythmical   touching

the satin embroidery   holding her face

in my thoughts   not yet understanding the ache

 

or the rhythm   knowing only a begging emptiness 

that could be filled   somehow   only by her

 

 

 

   

 

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Written on 2019-10-05 at 11:13

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Yayāti
So gentle, so beautiful. Almost Neruda-like softness.
2019-10-06


thomas d The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful.
2019-10-06