We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
-Pablo Neruda
And now...for mine:
Wall Flower
We danced in solemn grace
Far apart as good boys and girls are
Nothing touching
Everything wanting to
A piece of you was stuck in my coat
A stray hair, an eyelash.
You pulled me out of shadows
With a nod and brush of fingertips we became
a tidy space, comfort for a moment.
After a light sweep of my neck you lingered on my shoulder
I watched pools of lights from the car receding
Dazed behind my locked front door.
I slept softly
Thoughts of warms hands on hip and back
Kept me awake at first
Biting at my sheet to keep from smiling loudly, wildly in the dark.
-Allison Day
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