Send Me a Beam
Wrinkle at the line
creams for the age gap!
Holiday in France this year
friends, friends fill an hour.
Or two. Home I say:
danced to nostalgia
in boxes and mind pills.
Then straight jacketed.
Sweet as sultanas
The dreams curbed me in.
A beam houses in Ghent,
One you lived with me
wrinkles our deep lines
for filling water
gaps between here and there.
Yet you & I will see.
Copyright © Jan Delvaux. | Year Posted 2012
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