I recalled— vaguely— dropping to my knees at the door of
Autumn's leash, which was taught with the derangement
Of being a silvered koi in a winding pool of water
Down my cheek.
"Thrice upon your word, swear to me," I recalled— vaguely—
Throwing my hands to the stitching of a wound and revealing a rawness
Of a scar not yet settled.
"Swear to me: In another life."
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wildflowering
PoetryA selection of love letters, diary entries, prose, poetry and fragments of writing. "I find you where there might have once been a horizon, smudged between the esoteric press of lips and folding of hands; I find you in the immemorial gasp between b...
