Riverlet's Remembered
With your winds that screech
Wild so wild your winds and words rip the curtains
Stretching to reach me in the dark with fingers
that entangle my hair
Tornado
Rip the furnace from the floor of my basement
your teasing tornado desires
You want me now?!
You have no right to be here
Yet you come
Tearing the shingles from my siding
Ripping the siding from my sacred walls
You tear down the columns
and pull apart the shutters
Can you not respect the building of canyons?
These are my walls
Who are you to ask the grand canyon to do anything but be magestistic
If you had never put your head to mine
Had you never remembered how I slip in like silver
beside you
Had I never silkened your body
as you silkened mine
We could forget
Be left feeling nothing...
But
Like an album scracted
We replay...even after the console has been donated
We are ghosts..making love in the ether
I want to forget you
But you replay
and I stagger and tear...every time I think of you
and
I do think of you
Over and over again
I am a record album with a scratch
Circling back
Round and round
to the time you said
This must be a slow burn kind of
Love
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2021
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