softer rhyme ~

12 Jan

tornadoday

breathing

pages worn
our lines apart
rhyme eternal one ~
failing as the reader to resign
fingers fumble
ink becomes ~
a souvenir of will
verses bent us double
to begin

read to me
of where we wait
still in chapters bare
press into
these mysteries

of skin
vowels displaced by wonder –
breath where longing pools
margins far too wide

to keep us in

numbers resurrected
one more place to be –
were ever there
a crime of destinies
line by line

rhythm caught in places
never said –
mark the page
for keeping me –
held by love again

. . .

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