legerdemer
lost at sea
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I've been thinking about putting a few toes out here. Tentatively. The first is definitely a work in progress, it has an unfinished feel to me. Have at it, critics!
To Simpler Times...
When rose petals distilled to their essence
so only the scent remains,
when fingertips touch naked skin, leave fire trails,
when you hum softly, unaware,
that's when I recall the quiet in between moments.
Evenings pour slowly, molasses in a glass,
savoring the flavor of orange marmalade and buttered scone
at silent dawn,
a cup of tea in hand.
Lovers turned thieves of kisses
and embraces
of implied promises kept,
or not.
The dawn's the only time to mourn
what once we had.
Still, you turn that smile on me,
a touch of melancholy,
of heedless dreams and stormy seas
and pain and drought.
And I recall that once we shared all that
and more. We now set store by blind watches,
shredded statues;
marble crumbles where it falls.
I watch your naked sleeping folded form
breathe in and out, and once again,
the space between the breaths no longer seen
nor heard.
Perhaps it's you and I, again, my friend.
A few more years, a restless tune
deferred.
To Simpler Times...
When rose petals distilled to their essence
so only the scent remains,
when fingertips touch naked skin, leave fire trails,
when you hum softly, unaware,
that's when I recall the quiet in between moments.
Evenings pour slowly, molasses in a glass,
savoring the flavor of orange marmalade and buttered scone
at silent dawn,
a cup of tea in hand.
Lovers turned thieves of kisses
and embraces
of implied promises kept,
or not.
The dawn's the only time to mourn
what once we had.
Still, you turn that smile on me,
a touch of melancholy,
of heedless dreams and stormy seas
and pain and drought.
And I recall that once we shared all that
and more. We now set store by blind watches,
shredded statues;
marble crumbles where it falls.
I watch your naked sleeping folded form
breathe in and out, and once again,
the space between the breaths no longer seen
nor heard.
Perhaps it's you and I, again, my friend.
A few more years, a restless tune
deferred.
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