Monday, February 9, 2009

Day 8 - anna kiss

love is permission
to focus intently
to heap adoration
and attention
and praise.

love is an allowance.

over time,
we tire of finding
new expressions,
either seek out
other outlets
or create tensions
the walls between us growing
and lifting
but briefly

all else is only movement
through and around objects
collecting, ordering,
and no stars fill our eyes
no flutters come.

the winter of our ways
is as if organizing snow
seeking and dividing momentum
by moments,
caught in the teeth
of a promise.

1 comment:

ksaint said...

what a great line, "caught in the teeth of a promise"

love it.