1266: Anniversary | Cecilia Woloch
"Anniversary"
Cecilia Woloch
Didn’t I stand there once,
white-knuckled, gripping the just-lit taper,
swearing I’d never go back?
And hadn’t you kissed the rain from my mouth?
And weren’t we gentle and awed and afraid,
knowing we’d stepped from the room of desire
into the further room of love?
And wasn’t it sacred, the sweetness
we licked from each other’s hands?
And were we not lovely, then, were we not
as lovely as thunder, and damp grass, and flame?
As of a week ago, exceptindreams is four years old.
Last year's poem: (Sunday, so no poem)
2009: (Saturday, so no poem)
2008: 281: "Teaching a Nephew to Type" by Rebecca McClanahan
2007: 016: "Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi"
Cecilia Woloch
Didn’t I stand there once,
white-knuckled, gripping the just-lit taper,
swearing I’d never go back?
And hadn’t you kissed the rain from my mouth?
And weren’t we gentle and awed and afraid,
knowing we’d stepped from the room of desire
into the further room of love?
And wasn’t it sacred, the sweetness
we licked from each other’s hands?
And were we not lovely, then, were we not
as lovely as thunder, and damp grass, and flame?
As of a week ago, exceptindreams is four years old.
Last year's poem: (Sunday, so no poem)
2009: (Saturday, so no poem)
2008: 281: "Teaching a Nephew to Type" by Rebecca McClanahan
2007: 016: "Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi"