Lying next to you alone,

my heartbeats create the

involuntary memory of

your skin

in a pedigree of

soft impressions

 

the touch of heredity in your

landscapes – the edge

of longevity that seeks the

insatiable, the silk alignments

in a purchase of stars –

lost,

yet found again

in the pale green acceptance

of time’s riven nature

 

and it becomes the unknowable,

undeniable, yet unendurable starmark

of a blue and innocent mantle,

placing the image of you

in an acceptance of      all that I am

in all     that I have given

up on a veil of memory

cleansed by the

clearest waters of

my love for you

 

 

© K. James Ribble