twenty-six by Erin Werletwenty-six letters;
thoroughly capable of expressing
every moment in a memorable
explosion of definition and faux
clarity/remembering the curve
of your palm.
contortions; physical and
literal, fiction finding face
as a myriad of clumsy movements
are relived and flamed rekindled.
fourteen thousand seconds drip
from between a million weary
brain cells and again you can claim it all
in twenty six letters or less.
vingt-6.
8:26am. you fell asleep with
your back to me/your face
to the wall as the light streamed
in through the curtains (it was
the last day of our summer).
coiled; waiting. ready to strike as
your breathing slowed and my
heart still raced from the cocoon we'd made;
sweltering body heat and
the smell of you/your room/comfort.
going over, in my mind; pictures and
those familiar twenty-six letters forming
a cohesive moment.
your fingers accenting the curvature of
my spine while I stared at the wall-away
from you-and a brisk second of courage;
faced you and stared you in the eye
frightened by the depth possibly imagined.
but remembered.
penned with the help of lamp-light
and brena. and longing.
and twenty-six letters.
at four twenty-six pm.
before work.
11/02/2004 Posted on 04/23/2005 Copyright © 2024 Erin Werle
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/23/05 at 11:49 PM i really like this. its almost haunting in a way, but in a good way. :) |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/29/06 at 11:25 PM Enjoyed this, thanks for the read! |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/09/08 at 03:23 PM I'm happy to have discovered your library. You have a quiet depth that is most impressive. |
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