last to leaveA Poem by highonwordsover you, over my knees love is the rod that prods and beats the heart to caress the hands, to caress the notes from a maple branch, you are the only clef on the staff, the last to leave the wake of sound, only to come back, the only apparition beyond the light, the only light after that - is the secret no one knows, not you, not if they break the bones in my body, not when all we are is a ghost whisper, footfalls in the air, you are the howl, to this moon, the eyes to this crow, the ears to this trill, the dead to this vulture, the rest is the history of grass under our feet, the rest is an outline of earthquakes on our faces © 2016 highonwordsReviews
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1 Review Added on March 18, 2016 Last Updated on March 18, 2016 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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