summer was when
we loved between
covers and open windows
breeze flinging
new into the room
jack johnson background
us memorizing
the freckles and scars
though we were carving
deep into heart flesh,
deep into july
becoming august
my heart fell
scraped knees hard
this moment when
loved was realized
as pain
open flesh
and i wonder if
your still wounded too
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oh wow. that took quite the turn there at the end...i have a few of those scars from back in the day...
ReplyDeleteI think you speak for all of us who first journey on this path searching for the meaning of love.
ReplyDeleteI feel the pain in your words! Powerful poetry.
ReplyDeleteEzra,
ReplyDeleteWhat a profound journey, with excellent words.
Best wishes,
Eileen
When a scrape becomes a sore wound... yes, we've all been there. You capture it well.
ReplyDeleteDirty Dancing, The Notebook are summer stories.
ReplyDeleteOcean Girl, yes they are but not a likely fit in reality for me. ;)
ReplyDeleteThe Notebook = awesomeness.
oh, how love can turn from pleasure to pain.
ReplyDeletevery nicely put!
thanks for stopping by my place today!
well put,
ReplyDeleteyou are sharp and wise..
lovely words.
;)
Happy July 4th!
ReplyDeletepopping by because i had not seen you in a while...hope all is well...
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