fragile
in the beginning
i
remember you, your belly swelled up
like a bowl
and
it was christmas. i loved you
(even then)
and i remember
holding you up
in the lonesome air
as it whistled around you, merrier than me
while strings of lights
blurred
out of focus
in the background. and
(now),
in the foreground,
i
see a continuation of the blur,
of
the bokeh. i love you
even more (today) i
hope you know.
you are (forever) my
sweet, inflated christmas,
floating off like a balloon.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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