Jenny
my fingers have touched
your face
your razor cut hair
rose bud lips
every square inch of how you define your
slender secret self
vulnerable to love
shielded by the city
defensive diaphragms
nicotine & coffee
shadow sister
manhattan monochromed & cool
believing anything was possible we were the same
beneath warm tones of old bones
pictures of girls and oceans
first born anxiety
visitation eased by distance
horizons met and thus reset
soft steady ache like something summer upon green lawns
time to talk in silence
—
In 2009 this poem appeared in :
The Poetry Warrior - The Real Poet’s Ezine.
Thank you to Abigail Beaudelle editor.
Photography by pd lyons :
1) artist unknown
2) citrus in black iron
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