Monday, November 3, 2014

After and Again

Shuffling dying embers, the aftermath
in the disconnection of two collections of light

opening and closing around one another

with two sets of memories like
running with small feet in the dirt
or smelling searing garlic in the pan.

The echoes of the rhythm pounded
inside the walls of woman's body

beat by will of man's

straining to let these ghostly sounds
evaporate
or begin again.


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