for Shenique Davis
she used to go through me
I used to let her, she used to let me
we used to love crazily, passionately
what used to rise up in her, rise up in me
emotionally, occasionally
overwhelming mutually
we used to draw near
we used to pull away
fearing beauty, what was crazy
fearing being carried away
too far, too swiftly
that was love and beauty
as strong as I have ever known
to the edge of it, to the brink of it
as far as she and I ever went
bucket, river, well
we'd go to drink, trembling
last time I held her, she held me
what joy, what memories
what blood rushing through us
up river, around bends
how shaken we were
to see each other
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
7:27 a.m. 09.05.09
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