when we made love

you were of clay

lifted from the earth

by a meteor of expression,

our bodies edges of the galaxy

each impression on your skin

molding shaping soft texture

never faceless

your weight rises

and i receive

fingers absorbed in folds of hair

from my chest the golden glow

autumn spilled it’s leaves over us

disguising blood that flowed,

it was an unchanging earth

with many things futile,

rolling back as we divided

i became an island

with currents between us,

you began to crumble

that damp softness hardening

grasping with hands and kisses,

pieces fell each touched by a tear,

till i am left with a hollow patch

of earth unseeded

with nothing to grow,

fire and water burn my brow,

dreams can be cruel

when the waking surrounds you

with the honest loneliness

that you did not

want to remember

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Comments
  1. ManicDdaily says:

    Honest loneliness is such a potent description, as is all the description here. (No pun intended, and really it’s an apt word because there is an impotence too to cut through the obstacles that keep us from connection.) I loved the use of the clay and the molding, and the hardening and crumbling that occurs after making love, and the beautiful golden of autumn which is in itself rather like memory here. Thanks for partiicpating- sorry I did not see earlier. k.

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