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 © Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff | Year Posted 2018
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