Kit Kelen #999 - two poems - frangipani waking & almost orphaned now

999

two poems

franipani waking

as from a pun

I won't remember

in curtain drawn dark

returning for shoes

air day bright out

some kind of waiting

cough to a first bulb tune

it's always the season coming

bare flesh of the branches

all pointing still

roll myself out at a stretch

a different person now

almost orphaned

by their timely ends

kiss

you still expect them as they were

a smile, some bounding up

each in own voice

as not heard since

persisting dust

a little rain

to kiss

like a week gone by

in days

by hours

where empires rise and fall

coin of the gone buys nothing now

but kiss

we are immortals

famous in the dream

where nobody knows me

building this strange home

in which I have always lived

and will

kiss

first

the last

of us

precious with

let's say

say

darling

and

you

are