Thursday, November 27, 2014

Numbers 32: In Writing

Reflected,  refracted
we echo each other
across the ripple-
weeping waves of weeks and years
dividing here and there

Am I you, rocking on the river
 curled in your place?
The moment of seeing
when I look back in your gaze.

How can I know
 what is mine?
The locks of longing
desire’s bindings
the shiny strand
sliding through your fingers
with a hook at its end.

What is the price
of being apart,
rooting myself in the rising sun
while you ride off  to the sunset
carrying me along, 
a part of your heart, 
bound by unbreakable debt

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