Monday, August 13, 2012

Your hands

Your Hands…

Your hands found me
curvaceous, time flooded
past in waves, to ricochet
invisible, then dwindle as we lay
in memory’s narrow alcoves
which warp the lace displayed,
as loving turned to anger,
and grief drew down its shade,
reworked the spin of time;
destroyed the maps we made.

curvaceous flooded past invisible lace dwindle spin narrow alcoves maps ricochet warp – Wordle 69.

1 comment:

  1. Your rhymes flow beautifully! That is a poetic gift... I love the last four lines. Excellent write.