Thursday, March 22, 2012

Bookmark

As a bookmark I find my words

          mycrimson heart seals like Tupperware
seals memmories of y o u   a w  a   y

For these memories are like food.
It is almost  
   And the famine is almost   here

I feel you going
with every parting
--at the end of each kiss

We both grant, these fragments
may still be thawed and made fair again




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