Saturday, October 15, 2011

Tumbling

you still
  somehow
hold a spell
  on
      me.

could not see
my scar in the sunlight-
blissfully blinded by its luminous light.

But, i cannot forget what i know so well
scar tissue, second skin, from the day our eyes fell
                                                                                 onto
                                                                                  into
                                                                                      one
                                                                                  another.

Trip- don't fall-- so deep this well: dark and familiar.

perhaps it's cosmic
this thick spider web
dust filled with satin
from the day i first fell-