Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Kit Kelen #971 - finite

971
finite



fitting like love
into the tune
of here and how
we are

bodies – we're
strewn about
selves much mattering
sometimes other to each

fraying at the touch
sadder than saying
sometimes
joys to have known

who's the sea
and who's the raft
?
sometimes steam comes off

held you as far as sleep

my words for you
not to be heard
questions never asked

as if the hour
had come for us
summer golden and  gone

hold me now
kiss and go on
eternity's just this


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