Offering

November 29, 2012 at 10:06 am (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, Stories) (family, fear, freedom, friendship, healing, journey, life, love, memories, peace, poem, poems, poetry, relationships, soul, word, words, world)

In the old place, as you snatched your gaze away from me

I saw our futures in the furniture behind your head,

carved from antithesis, set in stone;

you rolled your eyes across an over- stretched conversation

and years flexed and flew.

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While I pirouetted into semi dark,

you stuck your colours to the nearest domestic lamp

and remained  stoically moth-like. I hardly dare knock

at our last closed door, fearing the beat of distressed wings,

but I come with fresh baked anodyne,

and if you answer, it will make this new morning blossom.

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