Sunday, May 8, 2011

the greatest love.

Us, 1979

Eyes of ocean glass

complement the curtain

hung behind her bed's

mahogany crown.

She is so long,

arms and legs encircling

my abbreviated limbs.

Her cherry-stained hair,

straight as truth,

reaches the slope of shoulder

and then some.

She is warm to the touch.

my autumn mother,

cradling her winter child

with the unfinished face

which will grow to resemble hers:

hint of cheekbone,

crooked bottom teeth.

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