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
feeling
as true
and as fleeting
as a new-born’s cry.
From nothing prepares you 2007, 2012
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