Sunday, May 4, 2014

Tryst

Why?
not you.

Why not you?

It may
have been slipping

gracefully past morning.

Grayer than
your silent films.

You.
And why.

Headless angel –

          eyes
          nose
          mouth;
          dialect

hovering above your neck.

Delicate.

Your nape
cool and soft.

Morning without you.
Y. Not U.


U and Y.

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