All morning I’ve wanted to
ask you whether last night
was a rivulet or the key
thrust into the lock. Your
answer is less than a fishbone.
It’s not so easy and I know
we’ve more nights
and next mornings’ questions,
more than even these
we’ve roped and pull behind us
like the wild, wandering horses
they are. Some will fall
and we’ll have to leave them
to needier mouths, but in the meantime
we’ll make do and make the best
of our mistakes and tonight when
your hand shadows the canyon
on the small of my back
I’ll confess: Maybe
we’ve gone off course.
Killed it! I like the play in the images. Though I don’t think they are “playful” exactly. Can’t wait for the rest of the month.
Umm … Wow … Umm … Wow! Brilliant poem. Don’t ever change it or I will cry and make McCurry cuddle me while I sob.
You know I’m up for that!
Outstanding, as ever, Leigh Anne
Much enjoyed!
really nice!
Stunning imagery!
I came back to read this and found it to be more powerful than it was in that first brief encounter.
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