Saturday, 14 October 2017

Beauty's black spot

So busy was I arranging my joy
Into bouquets of memories 

Those red kisses overlayed 
With white sprays of hope
Star spangled afternoons

Entwined in arms, legs, hair
Breaths, blankets, bites and all

That I forgot to draw a black dot 
on treasured touches to 
ward time's inevitable eye.

And now when all around 
me is the remains of 
a yesterday, 

I remember 
your voice and know 
That I was once alive. 

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