Thursday, August 9, 2012

Not my words

What you will remember
long after
I have vanished
from the margins of your

life is
not my words
fragile as flowers
under a dancer’s feet

not my thoughts
that floated bubble-like
through the air
and sometimes met yours

But what you felt for me
for one moment
in time
that  intense
hot, razor-sharp

as true
and as fleeting
as a new-born’s cry.

From nothing prepares you 2007, 2012

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