O Lover



O Lover,

 

how can you run

past the rhymes that slip through the creases

in your palms only to

etch them into my memory?

Yesterday

time sank fangs into my ankle, left tattoos

like heartbreak. You touched my face

and I stepped back,

out of reach.



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By your adroit use of

By your adroit use of metaphor, you press so much meaning into such few lines.  Old Homer needed long, extended similes to make his point; but you get so much more effect out of a much shorter poem.


Starward

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