Tuesday, October 07, 2008
It was the click of your heels on the
and the whole open-concept ocean breeze
wafting through that first
threw me off my mark and
then I pressed that button that lit up.
I spread wide the curtains to the night.
you said, and we watched a cruise-ship dock
while laughter floated up from
our very chairs below, still warm.
Turning, I realized one should be at least
because in the few seconds it took you to
throw your blouse on that chair, I knew my
ghost was not going to survive.
Later, in your arms, I turned your face to mine
felt for the first time in my life that from the clicking
to the pressing and the spreading and the
dying, that all of this –
All of it, was why I first breathed.
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