October 28, 2011 at 1:39am
alapocus touch
i’m going down stream if you’d like a lift
where the current is calm, nature’s gold sifts like
a windswept smile, kept us floating for a while
no wrinkles in our cheeks because age is docile
the air is a chill, so you can blanket my coat
(underneath a stream,
in the mud,
or in a boat)
i remember when i held you as youth bloomed its prime
your hands have always seemed much warmer than mine.
