Theme of Reunion
We were stranded at a distance
The sand beneath our feet impaled forming bejewelled soles
[ We danced as though we had diamonds on the soles of our feet]
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The years had ebbed like fraying thread unwinding, falling
Slithering to private corners of lonely bars,
The cacophony of seductive whispers a shackle that restricted our throats -
Your apple struggling with clipped wings to break the roaring silence
as we stared across the minute distance.
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The muted flame a changeling: from violet to indigo
to Michael’s blue
It burnt, heatless, lifeless, scorching my fingers in its dying embers
Scorching our sweat lined palms as my charred hand slid through yours
meeting in a clasp.
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Childhood was grooved in your hand, our hands
locking in familiar, intimate positions of the past
[...] as has the feeling of having a close distance which i experimented with in the Poem – The Reunion, something that recently struck me whilst talking with a friend at a party was the idea of [...]