Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Day 882: not ready yet

in the evenings
i wish myself a pair of wings
something about their architecture
strong enough to send a dream flying home on

you are a smile i had forgotten how to forge
a dimple bent into the diphthong of your melody
a song i only learned to sing
because of the gravity of your voice

you are a poem i do not write often enough
because it requires knowing too much of myself
requires digging into the parts i left buried and behind

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