bunting her sonance
silence is
what leaps
in sharp bites
as the car door
closes against
the cold
I breathe
a thought of you
and it freezes
everything
about me
you stop time
mesmerize
my molecules
all the way
inside each
non-located
hidden worn
weightless
thinned
exhale
of you
this smile
of night
the Moon
and Venus
chase hold-tights
to the Sun's
laggard herald
Jupiter's golden light
playing come
catch me
if you can
and of course
they always do
every arc
they make from
sonnet to symphony
peels back
a little more
of the uncertainty
of loneliness
that orbital gravity
pursues through
every sound
that weaves
what ebbs
and flows
tiny prayers
to throes
in the tides
to paint
our smells
and dreams
of Spring again
each Winter time
EJR (c)
Man, this is so good:
ReplyDelete"silence is
what leaps
in sharp bites
as the car door
closes against
the cold
I breathe
a thought of you
and it freezes
everything
about me"
Seriously. SOOOO good.