Thursday, July 30, 2009

Apparition



Grey grey
as in winter
or children
shouldering slowly across the grass
shuddering only

I don't want to know
how apt you are 
to forget
my face
in snow

I'm remembering your coat
braced for windfall
I recall
2am sighing long
in heated arms
co-haunting this bed

Your lady ghost
don't lose my shape
on the borders
of eyelids

Like children 
I've followed
halfway home

They'll remember it all

I'm here waiting
for arms

Call my name
I'll breathe with you soon
I better be there soon

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