Friday, January 27, 2012

let's hope it's slow


is it more
than a clustering
of flesh and bone

a bringing together
of the lines
of us

you my love
the last name
on this dance card

12 comments:

Ruth said...

You took me through a universe in a few lines, Steven.

Elisabeth said...

It's stunning Steven, the way these images, these bits of bone, that are more than bone and your beautiful words come together.

erin said...

as it is all so temporary, at least, yes, please, let's let this last.

i imagine you and your wife together. poems like this are not born of nothing. it is beautiful. your images, perfect illustrations.

xo
erin

The Weaver of Grass said...

Perfection in these images and words steven.

Reya Mellicker said...

Oh my this is beautiful.

Pauline said...

there's a dance in everything isn't there

Jo said...

Ohmygoodness. The last name on the dance card. What a thought.

steven said...

erin - my heart fluttered . . . steven

steven said...

ahhh weaver - i am such the romantic . . . steven

steven said...

reya - it comes from a very good place . . . steven

steven said...

pauline - the dance dances to the dance . . . steven

steven said...

oh jo - well it's as real a thought as i've had gifted to me in twenty one years!!!! steven