She called out
As I stumbled to get my walking stick.
Covering a thousand crooked ear lengths,
Her muffled voice is as collapsible as her lungs.
I cannot see,
And she cannot hear.
Long for a rain from a lifetime ago.
She reads for me,
I sing for her.
Last dance and last song of us.
I watch
And she listens.
As I stumbled to get my walking stick.
Covering a thousand crooked ear lengths,
Her muffled voice is as collapsible as her lungs.
I cannot see,
And she cannot hear.
Between insulin and twisted thumbs,
And childbirth and forgetfulness,
Pain and pleasure
Are salt-peppery.
Dry taste-buds and dry eyesLong for a rain from a lifetime ago.
She reads for me,
I sing for her.
Last dance and last song of us.
I watch
And she listens.
Covering a thousand crooked ear lengths,
ReplyDeleteHer muffled voice is as collapsible as her lungs.
Sigh.
Dry taste-buds and dry eyes
ReplyDeleteLong for a rain from a lifetime ago.
Double sigh!
You wound me woman!
ReplyDeleteVery deeply.
ReplyDeleteIn places I cannot reach...
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