Somehow, without sliding completely
back down the dune, I knew I missed?
my moment. The realization, sharp
as deep pockets of tingle-pain in my molars,
overcame me completely. You had fallen,
rather rolled a backward soft smoosh
before I could give you my fingers
to serve as five stained ropes-
connecting me to you to the vista, small
and mild, and nothing different
from the other views from mounds
all sand and occasionally wind.
It was a leap to expect
being here might mark a change
between a blush under the bridal veil
and the one caught a month ago
when we said forgive, yes, and time will,
yes, and now here. I am sorry
for these shoes, for my mercurial shift.
Now I see more of the water
and am on top of the roundness
while you, whom I quicken to love,
slide, little grains, pink mica in your hair.
Words for Reach, Lines for Falling by Kelli Allen | Poetry Reed Diffuser
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