Saturday, January 15, 2011

the fallen gowns of angels

while we
parked on
the darkest
part of the
dead end lane,
under the blue
hand of trees,
the pale fog
moved across
the roads,
and fields,
settling
like hems
on the fallen
gowns
of angels.
and then
you leaned
over to kiss
me. i remember
our lips
touching for
the first time,
it wasn't
heaven,
it wasn't
close, but
it wasn't
worldy
either. do
you remember
too?

1 comment:

Dawn said...

beautiful - wonderful imagery, love this line 'settling
like hems
on the fallen
gowns
of angels'