"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas

Friday, September 8, 2017

And these go with me too

And these go with me too
And haunt my dreams
Your eyes wide and full of promise
Your arms around my hollow chest
Your breath forming clouds on a winter morning
Your legs bouncing on the balls of your feet
Your tears wanting to dry
Your heart wanting to fill
Your name sounding like a magic spell
Like a prayer,
like a joke,
like a brand new language, or one older than speech
Your strength that carries such horrible weight
Your fragility that breaks you with a word,
or a look or avoiding a look
Your evaporating smile
Your limitless endearments
Your irreducible integrity
Your playful neck and cheeks and ears 
that I absorbed with the pressure of my lips
These go with me too
And haunt my dreams