Remembering You Again
I remember you, again
the black leather biker jacket
shivering from bar to bar
along the winding cobble stones of Mt. Tremblant
Seventeen years of sharing rooms
One weekend once a year
Both of us quiet, neat
Tuned into a carving ski on snow
worlds apart,
me so fond of you.
Now in my dream again
you stand on my childhood street
spinning words
splashing painted images in air
flowers on a Ferris wheel
blue sky between us
pure poetry
my obsession
with you, my obsession
your leaving us all behind.
You tell me that you cannot sleep
until you spread this
spiral spoke of words
this essence you have locked up inside yourself.
I know I need
to capture all of this
in tiny glass tubes
twisting tunnels
special glass to hold you fast
within these haunting dreams.
You Come Again to Me at Night
You come to me again
sitting in the theatre,
our friends so nonchalant.
I hug you, skinny from lack
of exercise lying all alone.
I feel the bones in your back
as my palms touch you;
you are not well.
For a brief moment I am happy
to be holding you
deep in the cloth-wrapped night.
[END]
© 2006 David Fraser - Contributor's
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