Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Words are Ruins

How quickly I have forgotten you.

The vast importance you held
The long bus rides
The incoherence of Arrivals:
Falling over with kisses
My burning eyes

And later,
Leaning against a bullet-ridden wall
My teeth sticky with candy
And your hands endlessly sculpting

Our silence was so sweet.

But words are final and exacting,
Falling like old stones to land firmly around our feet
Until we are trapped
A Stonehenge of sentences between us

Something we can wonder at
But can't deny.

Words are ruins.

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