Our Story

 

this is our story,
the tangled tale we weave,
twisted with sweet subtlety
and you tell it,
oh so beautifully

the words spill,
you turning the ordinary
into the divine,
your patient hands
walking through mine
(please, please, tell me more)

I’ve memorized the details,
woven moments of taste and smell
that still linger,
hanging in the air,
carefully placed there
with old photographs
and recent delights,
our poem ongoing,
no where near complete
(but please, tell it again for me)

 Breath of Words© 10/21/17