orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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B-104

I cannot walk
through the years eroded
between us like rotten ore

There is only footprints
where we walked
bleed away with fall rains
and swept beneath the haze
of winters calling

Your warm kisses
and eyes beneath the red
russet curls
the black brows

opened your pea jacket
and we stood at the phone banks
our hunger a terrible pain
grumbling between us

and how we sated this
in that room
that single bed
the candles kept burning
on the sill

and the night full of
city dullness
kept pace with the
black night filled pines

the call of the freights
pulling up the Don River
on the Newmarket Subdivision

the smoothness of us beneath
the quilt finally sleeping

for what it was

12:23 a.m. - 2010-08-12

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