Tales, distant as
ships sailed
upon shared moments,
are told
to nighttime’s deaf ears.
My skin haunted with
desire
while beside me you
snore
in small ripples of
sleep.
Regret attacks cells;
flesh
hardens, becomes a
shell
to slough off when
next
spring breaks the
ice;
sends green shoots
through earth and
heart.
The old flesh
waves a confederate
flag; failures take
their toll
yet, as yellow sun
ignites hope anew,
we move on
from sedentary rocks
to sandy paths.
This love we devour -
a lizard
able to reinvent
itself
with weaving patterns
that tell our story.
We, accommodating
growth,
shed old images of
self -
emerge again,
blinking,
smiling, into the sunlight.
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