...Time Could Heal Everything)
standing in the center of this room
once shared between two
becomes one, sealed
behind pixels
clasped with cottonwood
your sundress reveals
my poem
hung across rosemary shoulders
of soft smile echoes
whispers of rain across your cheek
we walk crosswalks of brokenness
careful of ripping too much flesh
knowing at an angels moment, life is silenced
(a sigh from the assassins gun)
mirrors lie to the one who seeks identity
creases steal youth
from times mason jar;
-one last glance-
the close of a door
cannot stop the fossilized finger
that locks you away
eclipsed like a locket welded shut
(if only…
Copyright © Jason Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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