After Summer Fell Apart || Yusef Komunyakaa

[weatherterms]

I can’t touch you.
His face always returns;
we exchange long looks
in each bad dream
& what I see, my God.
Honey, sweetheart,
I hold you against me
but nothing works.
Two boats moored,
rocking between nowhere
& nowhere.
A bone inside me whispers
maybe tonight,
but I keep thinking
about the two men wrestling nude
in Lawrence’s Women in Love.
I can’

Comments

[acreofbones]

God, I love this.

[liliths_requiem]

This happens to be one of my favorite poems ever.

Thank you so much for posting this.

[whatofthenight]

this is stunning.