he
pressed his lips into her cheek.
smelled her.
Believed
greenish blue scent
existed.
she
grazed his hand.
Understood
infinity.
they
buried hearts
deeply into the other
and
waited for spring.
then
i
had come.
by then
the soil froze
ontop.
thick layers.
concrete,
unbreakable.
i
rose
crooked
through
concrete
head
like trigger
aimed at
lovers
since.
1 comment:
This reminds me of that Sharon Olds poem "I go back to May 1937." Good stuff. Yay poetry blogs! Ms. ________ (who was our creative writing teacher; i am embarassed that I forgot. she was pretty great, actually--even though she tried to fail me and made heather read when she DIDN'T WANT TO READ.) Showalter? Hi, this is Mary D.
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