H
I’ll say what I think you were
And you nod yes and no
So I get it right.
Or I’ll take your smell
Of the huge, forbidden world
And build a haiku.
No, I’ll think of your hands
Tremoring at your waist
Smoothing your Banlon shirt
Cleanliness everywhere.
Your sleek cheeks
Worldly combed hair.
A tiny laugh starting
The gorgeous engine of your voice
A story on the runway, ready to tell.
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Rona – Love this. Especially the use of “No” and “hands/tremoring.” The last stanza is so wonderful!
Thank you, Sylvia.
“so fresh, so clean” as we used to say it…
Yes,yes.