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redefine: the right words.
by Aaron Michaeli've not written on you in months,
and not for lack of words,
but for lack of the right ones.
i've seen only hazy images of you
through smoke that never seems
to die. the seething breath of
adversity and anger and life
that curls about our bed to sleep
only to wrap around our feet and
be absorbed again upon waking.
ever a touch is needed and your skin finds
where mine ends, calming the spasms
brought on by smoke and pain. fingertips
and lips and whispers can cure cancer
with wording and timing.
and you are still so beautiful
it hurts to look at you sometimes
and the breaks in contact
only leave me curled up inside
knowing that i need just one more glimpse
before you turn to salt and blow away.
you're my own gomorrah and eden,
my blended garden of
pure and perfect flaws.
fingertips and lips and whispers can cure cancer
with wording and timing.ever a touch is
needed and your skin finds
where mine ends, calming the spasms
brought on by smoke and pain.
09/10/2009 Author's Note: for my darling.
Posted on 09/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/11/09 at 03:59 AM Ever a love is reeling
for you have the write words.
And any loved one reading
will weep salt,
with its healing properties,
weep salt into the skin
of any yesterday that,
because of you,
newly becomes a today.
Come passion: be ever so healed.
Beautiful poetry, Aaron. Beautiful. |
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