Wednesday, January 7, 2009

a poem

maybe there is a world where we could walk together
and watch the sky change from night into morning
watch the sun rise across our faces
as the lights of the city fade away into day

a someday when our lives will make sense
and we'll trace the path of our varied experiences
across the wrinkles in our faces and the marks on our skin
reading our bodies like maps of the people and places we've taken in

but here and now I don't know how to explain this
the brief and passing moments of connection
the way you touch me
burns a mark hot upon my skin and heart

an imprint faint but persistent

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