Sunday, April 22, 2012

National Poetry Month 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge, Poem #17

from here
I love to ride the world against your hip
  snug against your stride and folded
  into a half forgotten weight-
  ready to face the expansive days no longer limitless.

I empty myself
  allow myself to spill across
  counter tops and coffee tables, counted
  hoping never to be found empty
  rendered useless after the wear.
I've begun to tear
  a light thing, where my edges meet
  as friction and falling sands
  press me pale.
Still I pour myself against the warmest parts of you
  to hold heat and hope,
  the place you fold scraps you must not forget,
  but will not remember now.

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