he would call me to him wanting me to say know

he would call me then
with arms so reaching
he is there beside extended

he is exerting...

and i said
know
know
not at high volume
as the sound takes sometimes softly

he said
there
there
as he was reaching from afar
and through the open door
i see the hallway
he said
there
therein
therein lies...
what promise
i consider this then
the smoothness of his skin
the record of his voice
his skin is porcelain white

i consider him then
therein so thinking
yet i ascend inside

the distance


© lily gillespie morton, 2007




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