Thursday, August 28, 2014


Your face lights up the small frame by my bed,
And your dark eyes talk to my heart and mind;
Yet I will not allow you speak the truth:
You look up at me from another time.

I'd claw grave ground to reach out for your hand -
A fool for times we traded youthful lust -
Even though you forgot my childish pleas
Decades before your blood mingled with dust.

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