I keep
in the secret vault
of my heartspace
a slideshow of moments
scratched and dirty
with wear and age.
I had hoped
to add new slides
that I might replay
over and over
a testament to his beauty
but phone calls came
and plans were stopped
by a thunderbolt
and a hospital
in a neighboring state
So I plucked petals
from the love he sent me
and sprinkled them
over my smooth pale body
in place of the fingertips
I had craved so hungrily
and closed my eyes
to play that same slideshow
trying to disregard
the soft oceans spilling from my eyes
because I have only petals.

03/23/2002

Posted on 03/23/2002
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