UNTITLED
20th.september.2014
for c.e.d.
Your kiss lingers next to
me
like a prayer fading,
touch of raindrops on my
face,
your scent is on me
like words left in a book
undiscovered for years
love words from a stranger
to a girl, both now gone
your hand in mine, photograph
of dreams
my warm palm with your
cold combined, walking streets at midnight
more than shadows but not
much more
your kiss wraps my body
thread of paper with many
names
shredded into bits
floating with the horizon,
This poem lingers
then disappears…
AN ACT
17th.september.2014
I lay back on my pillow
close my eyes
how comfortable it is
to listen to the breeze
entering my flat
becoming a morning song
full of urban notes,
awakening
breathe, stop, breathe
again
prayer,
the simplicity of an act
I’m sure I read about it
from St. Francis and his
birds
or Father Merton with the
Trappists
surrounded by Kentucky
trees, Southern silence
This act of stopping
to take stock
to thank or to move on
between the seen and the
hoped for…
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