a “the last time I was here” poem

November 3, 2013

there was no bloodletting; only sorrow

the will to have a hollow heart …

yet all the tears that once filled an ocean

had turned to salt and stood like a pillar in the land of Lot.

we stood akimbo from one another

chins of steel

elbows piercing

one to the west, the other south.

if only I had allowed you to spend your back on mine, to feel the warmth, to nuzzle, coo and let go of a tiny giggle…