Libra
written by: Craig R Kirchner
Your voice,
perhaps the only one I heard.
Yes, the one I knew I could hear.
The touch, never foreign,
like my own only real,
a taste like salted marble lingered,
was always there.
Passion, you couldn’t abstract it,
raced frantic symmetry,
circled in tireless haste,
sheep dogged shattering bits of world
from drifting into lost.
That feather stroke,
a summer warm undertone,
an evening breeze selflessly caressed
the garden, everything in its midst.
Those reasons to be, to get up,
to long for, to eat,
distant now, gone in a wisp
wrapped in yesterday’s fog.
Permanent, merlot birthmarks
rest quietly everywhere, tattoos,
soul-soiled, gauze-thin slips of flashback,
brand the room with black-lit omnipresence.
Prints, powdered and saved,
no two alike, beg to be identified,
fingered, felt, remembered.
Teach-me strokes,
hard and fast evidence of total abandon,
melt to a tender whisper,
flesh meets memories of touch,
hydroplanes on silk.
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