no title. suggestions?

a cycle content to be in

Thought I saw your arms again

Ran fast and blind

Scathed skin

I find

 

Tree limbs.

 

 

Thought I felt your lips again

Nimble as

liquid

Thought I held your hand again

Warm smooth but worn

Shattering

I find

Coffee

Mug broken.

 

 

Thought I taught myself again

Inadequate teacher

I am

Thought I learned not to think again

Dense pupil

I am

Joyous

To

Be.

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Sounds Taoist, Steev. Maybe you'll consider a title along those lines?..

I think this is a great existential piece, with the highlight of your poetics (for me) shining splendid in a line like: "...your lips again, nimble as liquid"
I love that analogy.
And I really liked this poem. There is a Japanese aesthetic which I've mentioned on someone elses writing, but which also seems to fit your poem. They call it 'Wabi Sabi'.
Thanks for sharing, Steeven :-)