Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Rare birds fly south.

A train was rumbling by
And my words pierced the darkness
Can I put my arm on you?
And you grabbed my arm,
Laid it over your chest and held my hand inside of your palm
And out it fell:
I am going to miss you so much.
And you turned to me and agreed, squeezing my thumb, and my heart was so full inside of my chest
I could feel it grazing the inside of my cage of ribs
Prowling in circles, like a captive polar bear
Begging to not be protected anymore, to be set free
Not for long, I said.
I sure hope not, you said.
I still kiss like a walrus, you said.
And I said show me.

When we finally slept at 4am
As one, exhaling body
You put your hands in my hair.
“Goodnight Bonnie.”
“Goodnight, Clyde.”

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