Monday, January 3, 2011

In Memoriam

You are text and subtext, my sound and my caesura,
The verdant meadows of adolescent summers,
And the fallow fields of a dreamless winter.
You are sigh and gasp and bated breath and I
Your restless child and somnolent woman.
You keep a home in the curve of my earlobe,
In the scar on my wrist, in the white of my fingernails.


  1. This is so very beautiful.
    Thank you for your comment - I'm new around here and it's nice to know someone reads what I write. =)

  2. creative..
    very creative..
    especially the last two lines..
    great write.. :)