Cradling you in my arms,
I ignored the talc
of dry bones,and saw you
as before-
your face fleshed out,
tinged with pink,
I could almost sense
the rise and fall
of your chest,
and hear a soft pulse,
but there are no breaths
from linen lungs,
no heart beat
from fossil flesh.
Still, I had a fantasy
holding you in my arms,
your eyes sealed
by Eternity,
unaware of the dig.

02/07/2002

Posted on 02/07/2002
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