Dec 20, 2012 22:59
at this point is where it holds almost the whole weight of the body where we can
we can, stand up
pray,
worship,
together
to bend
is to assume
a curved view.
from the flat of a hill -- it's green.
a place where we start
a new
fall.
I saw you gazing warmly into me and I into you and I don't know how or why we got to where we are but we were smiling.
We walked along this copper hull with our shoes and no words could escape between you and I.
I remember the shoes you were wearing, when you took them off.
They were the egg-shell white tennis shoes without laces.
Despite the cold, uneven metal under our feet -- your skin remained unscathed.
As I was about to take off my shoes to go barefoot,
I woke up.
psychoanalysis,
poetry