reminiscent deux

just after the dawn
a sliver of moon still hung
above the pine tree

when I saw you last
our fingers slid palm to palm
lacing together

fingertips tracing
across the plains of your face
the curve of my lip

searching in the dusk
for unspoken emotion
like Braille on your skin

the pale moon of your nail bed,
ever present scent of pine

 

🙂 I FOUND IT!!!

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Johnny Crabcakes
    Mar 16, 2020 @ 04:10:03

    God damn. I’ll say you did.

    (My eldest sister, when she was very little, called the crescent moon a “Fingernail Moon”–the connections…..now….up there in the sky…..)

    Reply

  2. Johnny Crabcakes
    Mar 16, 2020 @ 04:10:55

    WP is being stupid and acting super wiggy and won’t let me “like” anything….dammit.

    Reply

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