for Antoinette Bowe
some close calls, brushes with intimacy
quickly, our two hearts beating
but horses hooves you'd hear coming
would go by and leave silence
just breathing, heaving, sighing
situations like these
no doubt we've loved each other
mutually reaching out like now, like today
money for books I've written
always support, always interested
weak for her, have been for a long time
soft spot where she’s concerned
loved her at times fiercely, a blaze
somehow, somewhere, someone
would provide cold water
lessen intensity, almost put it out
dad, grandmother, herself occasionally
both of us guilty of aborting
what could have come to pass
we've lasted anyway,
after some love fashion or another
something elegant about us echoed
note a toning fork knows as well as a piano
a violin knows as well as a cello
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
2:48 p.m. 10.09.09
1 Comments:
such a good read!!
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