Tag: Aging

Clench

Where have these old hands come from? For my wrists are still young With smooth brown skin Underneath layers of long sleeves Tucked inside cuffs of fabric Protected from abrasion   Firm wrists, supple, yes Now, attached to deserts—hands   Showing ripples from sands…

Polyrhythm

Our bodies move between layers Like leaves, who dance beneath Aggressive heat….waiting…. For the bite of upcoming chill Who consumes, as it always will Our cycle of touch and thought Bending our tired sinews caught In ignorance of the ground Soon to lie upon….

Faded Blouse

  We take the blouse (Forbidden by mothers Unknown by fathers) From out our school backpacks Hurriedly Tucking our slimness, Or the semblance of slimness Into the new shell Over naïve shoulders Behind the large shade of the neglected tree In case someone’s looking…

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Whitman’s Leaves

  New city’s children Too early for maturity Play upon sheen, oily pavement Dancing on calloused feet Barely feeling the heated gravel Until broken glass reminds them They are to grow up Before their time, Before any time…and Feed the gullet of infrastructure Picked…

Sweet Weed

  The flesh of my lover’s body Still taut within memory’s touch That distance shaped my femininity Her sweet, sweet, large lips, appeared As a succulent rooted plant Which allowed me into her meadow To traverse the yard, to stretch within the clover Tasting…

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