| | …we gave to the world a dark and bitter hold… In between their former selves and in between the leaves, the dancing lovers imitate the summer and the breeze. The laughing lovers rise and wash, think and say goodbye. And in between the lovers and in between the leaves, a dancing wind uncovers the vows lost in the trees. | What you uttered in knots and petals on the tapestry let me through the door to borrow the parts of your caresses you allowed yourself to share. I returned them all to your shelves one by one, cremating the condensation of lovemaking. The world holds a candle to our lives and to the coming grave; it will not let us part before we’ve found our separate ways. There are chips in the clouds of this eastern porcelain outlook; wheelbarrows painted over by wildflowers, ferns and sky. |
