Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A love poem to the not in love (Part 2)

You wrapped me in the fast moving clouds

of a desert storm

a rapturous gloom that fell with aspen randomness

across postured granite

lingered in the cracks and contours

of familiar wounds

you’ve learned to dance

like all water does around its suitors,

with the promises of fingertips

and our tangled, damp bed of roots

and scattered leaves

I climbed and climbed and settled

into the coldest, thickest part of you.

Yasmeen Najmi

copyright 2010 Yasmeen Najmi

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