Thursday, February 04, 2010

Walk Softly

There is a moment,
after the climax,
after the revelation

and betrayal,
the resolution,
after the credits
have slid past,
your face shifting
in the shifting light;

our lips tire
of telling
and our hands
talk only tip-toes.

The skin of your spine is
an ice skating rink
that weight will splinter.

There is a danger in us.

1 comment:

Etvoit said...

wow, so many great lines "hands...tip-toes", your clipped line length really worked added to this piece!