Call me

 

This chill spring

takes no hostage

 

blossom hovers

on the brink

 

& every breath

is hard, rattles

 

through.

 

I’m closed

in from cold.

 

You called

again, as you

 

sometimes do,

 

& life peeled

back forty years

 

evoked us

shining new.

 

You found me

laughing, in that

 

turbo crowd:

our love a dream.

 

I remember

every charm

 

we stitched,

on our bracelet

 

of desire,

 

yet now we talk

of children,

 

grown & moved

away.

 

Your new love

cleaves to you,

 

like designer

lingerie,

 

& I fly free

as I always

 

promised to;

 

waiting for

sun’s molten

 

heart to

heal me.

 

.

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