Pagosa Springs Artists

More Real Than Photos

 

There is an image of you interwoven into my very being...
memories that surface afresh into my consciousness
repeatedly,  suggestively,  without  summons or effort,
more real than photos, on the slightest, strangest pretexts…

seeing the stairstep where you  turned  to smile at me,
glints of gold in your dark hair and your blue green eyes,
or passing a window through  which I  saw you at work,
bronzed arms glistening, bared in the bright summer sun…

coming across that  idyllic wooded scene  that once
you commented so favorably, so wistfully upon, 
chancing  again  to hear the strains of  a  tune
you unabashedly swayed with for a few lanky steps…

 everyday things call to mind unexpectedly
 the flare of your nostrils,  the square of your jaw,
 the kink in your hair,  the twinkle in your eye,
 the set of your shoulders,  the lean of your neck…

the shape of your fingers, the tones in your voice,
the scent of you,  the look of you,  the feel of you
whirl in,  startling  and  awakening  my  senses,
your  nearness  perceptible  once  again.

 

 

first published in Twilight Ending

also published in GLORY IN THE ORDINARY Chapbook

©2001 Bonnie Manion

   

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