Friday, September 6, 2013

Fascicle [9]


Throw love to the winds and feel it come back.
There is no sound like the breath of love’s words.

I have had luck and I have had no luck.
I have gone up against and spurned the sword.

When I say I love you I settle for
choosing between your back or your front door,

not the way in or out but the way through
your house to the back bay window and bed.

We watched the storm from there. Come here, you said.
What does the mind but not the body know?

(6 September 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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