Sunday, September 26, 2010


The shadows in grayish form cast along the wall.
Catching on the baggage you carry underneath your eyes.
They softly tease and play there, before retreating back under your lids.
I touch your hand and it shimmies back into its coat sleeve.
Hissing, a retreating snake.
You pull at my hat, successfully releasing a few unruly curls.
I tuck them back.
Cheek to cheek I feel the craggy lines life has marched in a redcoat tempo across your face.
This close you can see my freckled flaws and the crookedness of my smile.
Stepping away moving to the side we dance with these words.

1 comment:

  1. this is really solid. i wouldn't change a thing.