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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4205 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention And Now Again Gray Squirrel Your structure, your texture, Hair to bone compressed Beneath the pressure Of each touch/embrace... And Every inch of skin. Oh, missing... Every day, and day and day, Each day... How your brow and lips And fingers move, And arms and legs And hips and shoulder... From every change, each nuance of Expression to another. Oh, God... Forever. And you've laughed too hard, And cried too deep, and I've witnessed, Tried those tears, and there are Years in here... Years, and year after year. That moment there, and snapshot here, And looking up to see me, And again and Walking in to tell me, And next to me and next to me, And arms away, And across that room, And down that path, And coming my way... Each day... And "I can't think about that, no..." "I can't think about it that way..." The way you turned, And then you looked at me, And one last kiss... And another last kiss... And an actual real last kiss. Somewhere in there, on... The very end. And the way the tires moved, And down that road, And that other road, Through a window, moving, gone... And all that waiting. Each day, And yes... Forever. Even empty, even gone... Goes on forever. Like I could reach across this space, Like I could fill the sky with days and nights, Like you were right about how We cannot think we'll never see Each other, touch each other, Greet each other, hold Each Other. Like senses reproduced could Burst into change, And we could weigh each change, And... Life goes on, regardless, Like we wouldn't Have to notice... God damn it... Now and now, And now again... And now, And still... Forever. |
