Sunday, January 9, 2011

And As Such (poem at 7 am)

In Rome, Italy.


To arise (to come up from) the ashes

Post war apocalypse

Adorned with rhinestones and pearls.

And a memory of you.

to leave it as that,

A memory between us

As stable as five stones in an emptied ancient sea.

Who have experienced- side-by-side

Only that which they will truly understand.

I told you, drunkenly

That if one day you decided that

You wanted to meet up, I would.

(I meant that)

I know that the probability that we will

Collide in patterns of

Mixed up day-to-day

Agreements of life

Is endless ly – so short

Seem too slim especially considering

That we may never meet again in terms

Of singularity.

As of, similar to, now.

Our bodies post pictures of the then.

Our bodies have not forgotten what has been.

And my childless womb knows too that she yearns for this special

Type of person of

Whom you fit the bill.

I also feel simply and sweetly fond of being held in your arms.

You are not a place.

You are not a symbol

Of a person.

You are special to the likes of which

I have never known.

And I know that life gets only better.

For this,

I feel gratitude

(I hold tight to my confidence that I will

last much longer and as such

stronger than what was

previously imagined

of myself).

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