Common Ground
the darkness complete-
standing on the precipice
shouting at the void
–
the village green-
I hunt for the
elusive middle
the darkness complete-
standing on the precipice
shouting at the void
–
the village green-
I hunt for the
elusive middle
hug your children tight
for tonight there are parents
who won’t get that chance
–
barren trees-
young branches
devoid of leaves
the heat of the forge-
showers of embers rise up
into a gunmetal sky
–
cold anvil-
hammers
ringing
our fingers entwined-
the dusky blush of daybreak
mirrored in your face
–
the rising sun-
my finger traces
along your lips
lighting up the sky-
the glow of paper lanterns
adrift in the night
–
evening stroll-
the dance
of fireflies
the wind plays a cat
unravelling skeins of snow
as I walk along
–
the wee hours-
between my legs
a sleeping cat
the bedroom door wide
work clothes strewn across the floor
you and I asleep
–
endless meetings-
your fingers brush mine
by the sandwich tray
the new morning sun
shining through the mist after
a hesitant rain
–
sunset-
a sudden tattoo
on her tin roof
driving home alone
all the while the taste of you
lingers on my tongue
–
an awkward kiss-
moths flutter
near the porch light
your head on my chest-
falling asleep together
in the afterglow
–
a warm breeze-
tangled together
in the tall grass