National Poetry Month: Story 2
Apr. 20th, 2008 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhStory 2 by Neile Graham
Summer sun malts on
skin, a flow dappled
by leaf and light till
my body is a
stream- a flow of bone
and shadow in a
bed of long grass and
weeds, the current a
pulse and stutter of
blood, slow renewal.
The breeze of your hand's
warmth slowly wakes me-
I surface to the
mixed breath of the sun,
the earth, the wind, you.
Summer sun malts on
skin, a flow dappled
by leaf and light till
my body is a
stream- a flow of bone
and shadow in a
bed of long grass and
weeds, the current a
pulse and stutter of
blood, slow renewal.
The breeze of your hand's
warmth slowly wakes me-
I surface to the
mixed breath of the sun,
the earth, the wind, you.
