The Nearness of Him

fingertips whirl
clockwise,
bones crack
skin strains,
he says it’s all so
charming,
I’d rather say
I feel so old.

and a sigh,
a twitch
and a smile
later, he’d say:

souls and eyes
never grow old.

june, 2012

A poem written on our anniversary. Luv you, babe!

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