Shade, we walked hand in hand
Breathing deep of ourselves
in the green gold of the day
Aloft on humid breeze,
thrush call, and your laugh
the same to my ear.
Soft fingers on my face,
My god, your kiss on my mouth
There in the heat of the day
With tears falling from granite,
I, stepping into the light, and
you, left behind in shadows.
29 August 2010
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lush, full, vivid, vibrant...beauty
ReplyDelete"With tears falling from granite..." Dammit man, get back in the shadows! *sigh*
ReplyDeleteLovely.
You got game, Gumbo.
ReplyDeletebittersweet, creative exercise, grief, letting go sucks sometimes,,, I could not have said it better myself
ReplyDeleteJenn
http://www.momentsofelegance.com
Sad stuff. It is hard not to be lost in the memories and wanting them to be the reality of now.
ReplyDeletemad skills, bro
ReplyDeleteMy God this is beautiful.
Rene
Too many sad faces in here. The line "Breathing deep of ourselves..." reminds me of smelling my armpits and then chasing my wife around the house.
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