Tagged: shoulder
the first dance of
the first dance of
spring should
inspire trust, with
a firm shoulder
to hang our gutsiest
dreams, another
to carry the weight.
the conversation
need not
cut across the
dance floor, and
those initial steps
may feel awkward,
but lean into spring –
rain or shine –
there is nothing on
the fence about it
.
20130312:0834
y
there are already days
there are already days
when my entire
body is
a question mark –
fingers stop
playing, shoulder
blades leak
acid, forearms
cry foul, knees
face a long stretch
of staircase below
with premature
apprehension
.
20100610:2200
y
the night before the night
the night before the night
i was just biting a giggle
into your right
shoulder, leaving
a flowering frenzy
for later examination
perhaps a joke or two
a day later, it is
only an ugly mark,
something that no
longer holds any
meaning during this
somber time
when everything
has become
a spent
afterthought
.
20100219:2339
y
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