Silken whispers invade my privacy.
Deep stanzas hum with agendas.
Tracing afterthoughts and outlines.
Our fingers dance and forget the time.

Down in the valley echoes are softened
and absorbed by the fall.
Everything flutters and takes on a life.
The air is hot and sticky with life.

It passes between without hesitation.
The bellows, the memories, taught
like catgut and bristling with inertia.
Even at peace, my thoughts are burdens.

Warm lies tread tirelessly without pause.
They nestle and build ramparts to
which I cannot go beyond.
Looming and violating the sky with obsidian pricks.

Behind us is the place we began life together.
No embargo to strain and tear down.
I’ve found something worth remembering.
I’ve loved you for so long.

Leave a Reply