that criss cross on your face
those tiny black threads, interwoven, like time
seeping through, (like) the sand
on your sweet little toes
curved fingers like
babies jumping with joy at the sight
of a candy store

the grey of the sand mixes
with the blue of the ocean
on it you somersault
hands down and feet in the air
i watch you from a distance
too far
but very close
as i close my eyes and see

i feel it
its on
you dont want to talk about it and
neither do i
(somethings are better left untouched)
on the bed
you talk to me
with lips sealed
look at me
wiping your sweat from that immaculate face

the cab waits and so do you
in your yellow jacket, head turned left
as you click with your camera a shot
looking at the glass
capture you
in me
wait at the table
the green of the sofa softens with
the glow on your face
and the sky blue radiates with your aura

the small wet tub in which you play
all your years
waiting for that moment
never to come back
never to hold that big last finger of comfort
never to bring a smile on that face
never...

now you sit
waiting
with shades on
the pink growth reminds me of italy
where you said you loved me
is that you
wearing that blackness

feed the dog when you get back
home is where we stay
you in the separate bed and
me in front of the TV
you giggle, you laugh
the broken tooth, that unperched eye brow
you make me wonder and i do
how would it be

with or without you...

beyond you
i see valleys
sea and a few houses
all slowly diluting into that
emptiness of happiness

and now you turn right
uptight in that blackness
coffee beans for steeping stones
three in a rack
three in a row
the image is blurred
and the stains on the mirror show...

this is you...

02/17/2012

Author's Note: 'something' that reminds me of 'someone'--deeply!

Posted on 02/17/2012
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