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

 

alone

 

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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