August 22, 2015

sacred layers



 

 
unfeigned
without artifice 
we traverse
along the edge of a sphere
which never feels round enough
 
yet we meet again
and
again
muddling our way
eager, then shy
fingers cup cheeks
lips whisper hello
eyes to eyes
connect
we try
 
until forever
which seems so far
from
now
 
your black shirt
swells like a winter storm
in Maine
 
around the turn you go
like a murmuration of starlings
beautiful beyond feeling
 
my weary soles
want to run
but miles are between
us now,
 
or are you just behind me
once more?