Kimmy’s Garden

bracelet here on my left wrist tight

brightly shining circles around

repetition of rings _ spiral

endless rhythmic geometry

leaves an impression

you touch to examine

coffee-cup stains on the table

sugar spilling over the edge

dancing free with gravity _ pulled

down while memory replays each

missed opportunity …

 

in imagination I turn

I turn _ left into light-striped dark

covet earth and air _ listening

frightened by fickle chemistry

hesitation here

left speechless

between beginning and beginning

tongues as catalyst _ a stirring

hidden under many layers

this exothermic reaction

in three heartbeats from your three steps

in this direction of …

 

leaving _ without a farewell

closure so cruelly _ withheld

here lingers a masochistic itch

of missing _ and of wanting

to fall _ to fall down

to recall the physics

remembering only linguistics

your words there never dissolving

I am left infinite-anti-

cipation-addicted to our

conversation to be continued …