Time Weaver II .....
a revisit to this poem,
let's say a rewrite: "AGAIN!"
fates
weave time
with twine memories
once there’s youth
twice there’s midlife
and then:
I peer down
rusty gun barrels
life’s furious gunpowder
do I worry
if it will shoot
itself
off?
memories
hold me tight
I am an ACE Bandage
running between shots
memories combust
one after another
patterning my heart
with sweet thorns
hell, the thorns
were forbidden lust
I hear your heartbeat
wide as my grin
your sweat dripping
crystal bell cries
falling soft
shooting moons
tucked away
in my frilly carpenters shirt
ripping
through your
hard oak
I become soft pine
molded
into desire
Josephine LiPuma
all rights reserved 2005
a revisit to this poem,
let's say a rewrite: "AGAIN!"
fates
weave time
with twine memories
once there’s youth
twice there’s midlife
and then:
I peer down
rusty gun barrels
life’s furious gunpowder
do I worry
if it will shoot
itself
off?
memories
hold me tight
I am an ACE Bandage
running between shots
memories combust
one after another
patterning my heart
with sweet thorns
hell, the thorns
were forbidden lust
I hear your heartbeat
wide as my grin
your sweat dripping
crystal bell cries
falling soft
shooting moons
tucked away
in my frilly carpenters shirt
ripping
through your
hard oak
I become soft pine
molded
into desire
Josephine LiPuma
all rights reserved 2005