Then make me a tree
that I may reach through earth
climb up, take form
gather again, that moment shook
from memory never
where moon was twice its natural size
reflected in your angry eyes
sitting in idling car
my sticky throated youth
your still punching vigor
movement then, as taught immemorial
of lovers who are not yet.
watchful of your thin wrist
flickering just before touch
warm air, window down
languid stroke of time
painting all these years hence
something you have
absented from, like unpicked fruit
in turning, strange and unfamiliar
I dial that feeling
not fantasy, no
turned to shellac, too hard to prize
I watch her in time
the girl I was
wondering at her thoughts
as I know them almost
unformed and loose
like her hair, thicker and tumbling than now
the auburn xylophone of her back
I could fall in love with
each of us again
the blush of your pomegranate lips
how your dark eyes soak up light
extinguish it black
no wonder, I say … no wonder
yet, would I be here now?
if I had not
beseeched night in stolen lament;
if it is meant … let her call
fate or you obey, though months had passed
a moment, as electric as fire burns oxygen
like fingers on your neck portend soft doom
female silhouettes of trees sway in night breeze
would they have whispered?
no don’t do it, don’t go, turn back
heavy keys in light fabric, jingle like steps
wide open un-rehearsed land rushing past
silence and folded roosting birds, holding their breath
it wasn’t lust
it wasn’t yet love
we were always
in between, time and sense
every song written about
when you leaned, close enough
fusion then, a kind of glory
unspoken of to this day
sealing our fate
like flightless coin
run over many times
in tarmac, make
an echo of the very stars
20 thoughts on “Its shining watch”
Somewhere, in memory or imagination, or perhaps memory of imagination, a resonance, a bell unclear in its reference, rings to this:
“it wasn’t lust
it wasn’t yet love
we were always
in between, time and sense”
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TheFeatheredSleep – A reflection of, on, a love
🙂 (thank you dear one) (I hope you had a wonderful day yesterday!)
Thank you I love how you ‘get’ everything I write with no effort at all I think we are so alike in that way it’s wonderful xx
“Wonderful” might be stretching it a bit, but quite nice and quietly happy to be active, mobile, and still having most of my marbles after almost 3/4 of century. Thank You.
You have ALL your marbles and then some of mine too … don’t kid yourself you’re as bright as ever you were.
LOL! Ok, even if on some days they don’t roll as fast as they used to.
oooohhh Candice! I just love your words. I was going to quote some of my favorite bits and it was like copy-and-paste all…. *sigh
Such luscious language
You support me in ways few do and I will never ever forget that. BTW could you PM me your home addy? I want to send you something? xoxo
Hey you’re still one sharp reticent poet as far as I’m concerned!
Hmmm – I still have to work on the reticence. 🙂
Ohhh Candice! You beautiful woman. I can’t imagine a world without you and your art in it. I’ll send you a message now.
Btw did you read the full review I wrote of Nicole’s book? It’s such a superb book I hope you get a copy.
I did read your review – beautiful and true
She’s a wonderful person. I am so excited about this book of hers.
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