an acrostic on growing old

on a wordless day when the leaves fall you talk to me


From the neck up

Reciting my face through your teeth

Opening your mouth as you swim through the shadows

Making the light there paint my last mask


we sleep beside each other


Soon the bleeding will stop

I will only be a curled girl then

Left in the dark sand by the sea

Ending Octobers last hurricane

November just comes gray

Cold is autumns donor

Eating the memory of the sound of your heart




Threads are silently removed and replaced

Our fears are woven in red


resting against the new language


Hold my hand when the water freezes

Embrace me by the first lake

Remembering that we never saw us disappear

Even though we see that which is gone


meeting again


Poetry by EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-23 at 00:31

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