tell me if you still remember
summer flesh and summer song,
once yours and never mine, withering
when you left - without fear
and without regret - for a kingdom
hidden deep behind your eyes.
and she -
sleeping softly beneath my hands -
abandoned, silken midnight rain.
she was silence and spring at
winter's end, frost melting from
her lips, words soft and golden.

but deepening, these places within
the heart, as the leaves turn and drown
her voice. can you not see?
winter still lingers beneath her skin.
and you won't return for years.

10/20/2003

Author's Note: This is a rather heavily revised version of a poem that I wrote roundrobin with someone.

Posted on 10/20/2007
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