You are the wind that rattles these bones
I purse my lips before blowing a kiss,
knowing the consequences are none that I can bear
With an immediate shrug.

Will you whisper my name someday?
To just a passerby with large green
piercing eyes and simple shoulders
that rush into remembering a touch
soft and pressing and so fake
That the wind rustles the complacent memory
and it is shaken away.

will you whisper my name someday
into the wind that rattles these bones?

05/15/2008

Posted on 03/07/2010
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