Softly, after love
she will float like fragrance
into the shadows of the fallen
carrying traces of me
down the pathless trail.
A drop of my breath
in her lungs for the thirsty.
A taste of my skin
on her lips for the hungry.
I will mourn the body
until it is reclaimed.
She will unfold her wings
under the sheets
and ask me
where I’ve been.
D.Q. 9/13/05
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3 comments:
Ahhhh...this poem of longing if lovely. I like especially...carrying traces of me down the pathless trail.
btw, typo is stanza two..
until it's reclaimed (the appostrophe is missing)
Thanks Pris!!
Wonderful...
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