Constructing Stonehenge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about finding strength in another.

Submitted: April 04, 2007

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You fit to me,
I to you,
rousing truths in
our kid gloves.
We contructed a vigil,
a shrine to bittered
temstimonials.
Nothing was familar
yet our nails burrowed
into the terrain.
We devoured the night
with the vigor
of a thousand soldiers,
and the grace of
springs first offered
Dandelion.

We danced.

Our naked feet
sifting through December's
erroding monuments,
unsettling fear.
Echoes rose from the viney
floor beneath us,
a lovesong, tongued in
ancient dialect,
heard on the trailing breeze
of Sparrows.
We warmed our cold bones
in the heat August offered.
Within the safety of
the citadel we errected,
we uncovered the strength
of Stongehenge.

We taste the sweetness
of summers last
raspberry kiss
with autumn fading
in winged haste.
I immerse myself
in the stanzas of
your embrace.

The earth fell silent
We became pillars,
carved by the will of
Gods and eternity.

 

 


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