There’s no one meets the marvel I see in you
They rush like a gale storm gushes
a cold freshet down a stony hillock
a hidden grieving set free
precious pains and spent sorrows
paired in torrents upon the blank
pages loudly pounded through
the silence of long nights they
who once stung bitter deep
scarring that soft flesh of youth
I found a snakeskin in a dank cellar
yardstick long and dazzling fragile
all in a piece what a marvel
to shed one’s past so completely
I carried that skin for years before
it crumbled into dust into nothing
all those hundreds of pages
thousands and thousands of words
nouns pronouns adjectives verbs
that led my heart to swerve that
wriggled me free that played with me
hide and seek along the narrows
reflected resplendent in an open sky
I lie on a cushioned bed of wild mosses
beseeching you to join me.
