Wednesday, September 16, 2015

To Sip You Once Again? (For Constance)

The old person
Looking at you
From across the way

I see in your garden
The last honeysuckle
Behind your youthful ear

As you were 20
Unable to see nearly
Five decades gone

Stretched by hearts
So great
Time’s sheet folded

Upon itself
Have I rolled
Closer to you

Along a field stretched
Quantum thin tight
To touch

The fine hair on your neck
Near the honeyed blossom

To sip
You once again?


  1. The single flower left from a dry summer reaches out, you see the lone bloom within the sun burnt branches. I pick the lovely scented, bright yellow orange bloom and put it in my hair. Your eyes touched, witness the vast and blessed time of our love.


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