Thursday, April 1, 2010

Together

Astride him, she looked down

as radiant he lay beneath her

and saw that he was growing old,

his black hair brindling grey.


They were divided.

She could not erase doubt

that wrote itself across her face,

an elegy for every time she had been left.


And still he stayed,

pushing up into her

like a tree growing in ground.

Rooted, she clenched around him, and came.


All that she feared

ghosting into the night air, unwrestled demons.

And the feelings a passageway

into the warm dark, remaining.

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