Why I Read Poems

For Flowers

The silk soft black hair
suprised me
its touch to my hand
and the feel of your skin
You felt right to me

Your dark coat flutters in the wind
your soft bed we shared in my dream
William Blake measuring the universe
The point of the compass against my skin

I really can't say I am trying to remember you
but it was something about what I was like with you
and how I felt complete
even as pieces of me fell away
spinning into the dark

These pieces
small like diamond sparks

One day
I will feel her skin
And its touch will remind me
of silk
and darkness
and light from darkness
exploding behind my eyes
into my heart


Thinker Me said…
My heart grows a little when I read some of what you write, even when it's not about me.