"backturned" poems
“repeat that, repeat,”
fidget, wait, an anxious still face, deep-eyes, unbelievably
now,
with a breath, another breath, I’m unbounding
my edges stretching and expanding from the fence that kept me, always
always – all ways – you:
the whole world is aflame at a glimpse at a sight of your backturned face.
Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC