Movements, and the Other Motions
In the places where light
is like a
sound for our eyes. The
drawing
of our hearts skin hands wrists
shadows. In all of these
movements, and the other
motions.
I watch, I see all of this.
And
putting my hands inside the dark, I
sweep aside the others. It is there
that I find you. But I recede,
hearing only this
blackness. I
remember again the sharing
or the
hiding of who we are.
- September 23, 2013
©2013 J. Popowich
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