when our universe began
fabric sorrows
be not something we'd borrow
often enough from each other
and not that we ought seek
to do so but rather
can we grow
to understand
and accept
walking the road
in the shoes
of another
eyes wore scent
painted skin
took turns
palming samaras
brushing them slowly
a trace poem feel
a whirlwind of
sight kites and bone fish
your spine my spine
serpentine falling
love loved lines
vines
I tell her
what we are
every flower
eyes us
when aglow
every bird
every bee too
wryly watching mother sew a gown
for some wedding to be
a bride's maid dress
yellow gauze light spilling
table window 1970's
standing on an ottoman
having this maid's gown pinned to me
because she hadn't a form to use
i wandered right then
into all your wonder
all the women you are
flowers and leaves
wanting to be, bees
hummingbirds
penchant undone
merely mentioning
your name here too
and i am was there
wearing you
in love
EJR ©
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