Roland Jury

You

You, with cat’s eyes -
Puffy ovoids that narrowed
In surprise, as if to say
‘We really are together,
‘Here and now.’

You, with well-developed bones -
Stretched out in fingers
And toes, reaching broad shoulders
With quiet moans and little
Loans of affection.

You, with a cradle’s voice -
It rocked in comfort
It denied me choice -
Lulled I was by an
Unfamiliar charm.

You, with flesh of pearls and salt -

Touched so delicately
Dry upon the lips
Soft hairs like grains of sand.

Yes,
You once did share yourself:
Eye
Cradle
Bone
And salt.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2009
Poem Edited: Friday, October 23, 2009

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  • Jack Williams (10/26/2009 7:58:00 AM)

    This one is my favourite.

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