Two Poems

2014-05-22 14.51.01Micropoetry that wandered in and stayed.

 

Reacquaintance

Reach out for you
t
hrough the dusk, the ink
the grey light of morning

Touch your hand
caught my breath, my faith
shall we dance once again?

8/26/2014

 

 

Until Then

“Break a wild horse,” you said.

The stallion stood perfectly calm.
I rode him back to you
naked as my soul.

You remained unbroken.

6/6/2014

 

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