08-02-2019, 09:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2019, 09:52 PM by RiverNotch.)
Survivor's Guilt
The spaces between us narrow
as time moves irresistibly forward
to the past, to what we see waits before us.
The void between life and death,
the gulf between Greece and Troy,
the lecherous smile of my uncle Pandar,
the air between our bodies,
the skin between our spirits:
poetry crumbles in the face of ugly truth,
that love is formed out of remembered lust,
love of one's long-neglected youth.
The spaces between us narrow
as time moves irresistibly forward
to the past, to what we see waits before us.
The void between life and death,
the gulf between Greece and Troy,
the lecherous smile of my uncle Pandar,
the air between our bodies,
the skin between our spirits:
poetry crumbles in the face of ugly truth,
that love is formed out of remembered lust,
love of one's long-neglected youth.