To say goodbye again beneath the window, resonant
as with the day, so too the bed: steeped to fullness in your dress.
Into the wind I wave a hand to all that’s blowing by:
I have yesterday on these palms.
I have yesterday imprinted on these palms.
There is a life of lingering, prolonged and stuttering between
the lapping sea and two wanting feet, two wanting feet in leaving.
But what can stay on this sinking beach?
Will these each not be made sleek then missing sediments, sentiments?
Your unswept hair… a tidy bed…
my buttoned shirt… your summer dress…
moments alone: our unturned stones…
There is an indelible mascara mark upon my sheet.
You were so beautiful that night so soft beneath me.
And I won’t wash it. I won’t try. Everything that comes will leave, does come to leave.
The seasons change: I’ll go – I’ll come their way. The seasons change without you.
But there is a life of lingering, prolonged and stuttering between
the lapping sea and two wanting feet, two wanting feet remembering.
There is an indelible mascara mark upon my sheet.
You were so beautiful that night so soft beneath me.
And every hour I have leaned over, so stretching for your cheek,
toward that morning of our hearts opening.
credits
from Becoming,
released June 1, 2013
Synnett, Finkelman, Burkosky, Bassett, 2013.
supported by 5 fans who also own “The Lapping Sea”
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