To Carve

i could use 
some wood
right now to
whittle and 
carve

a rugged, slow 
carve
one i know well
one you taught me
a couple springs ago

we were carving away 
at lust 
at seduction
which led 
to love

we both thought
of stopping
and stared at the 
mess we made 
of each other

you looked bad
said i carved into
something no one 
else ever 
found

but i looked 
far worse 
most of me was carved 
away
you went down to dust

i think you 
liked it though
you said it reminded you
of sand
of wind
of nothingness

of freedom
and
of running
away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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