He embodies genuine kindness. He also encouraged me to write and for that I am grateful and will always remember him with fondness. I wish I had sent him the last of the poems I wrote for him in the past few weeks.
I know whereof I speak
in harness to all that I seek
his scent, his touch, his sigh
one light, my heart, one love
What do you remember on that day?
“His blue eyes that speak of a good life and his few regrets.”
What was he like?
“Cool and gentle as rain. Dawn and dusk in one.”
And if you came face to face with him again?
“I’d thank him for the grace that I’d given him my all.”
What bone in my body has forgotten you?
Locked in your essence I’d spurn any rescue
from a dream that once I had called you mine
What bone in my body has forgotten you?
When I carry this tattoo – etch of your smile
between fragile and strength, timid and wild
What bone in my body has forgotten you?
My train of words will carry all the tender
and supreme ways I wish to love you,
without any permission nor discourse
as to reasons I can’t renounce you.
Mortal as his servant, angel from beyond
I ask myself: “Has he ever been mine?”
It’s a quarrel from afar that tore us apart
when all I’d ever wanted was his heart.
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