One Memory

you, me
my apparent
inability to allow
what has been
to fall through
my open hand
like sand
passes time
reason loses
rhyme in the rhythm
of the dance
of a dancer who just can’t
seem to grasp the concept
of romance

i try not to
interrupt the flow
progression
of our evolution
personal
interpersonal revolution
with bare-knuckled
lust

is this a tribute
to this love
or some
vulgar insult
this
exclamation
splattered
across a sacred
trust drying to
a delicate crust
like dandruff
like dust
flakes off
blows away

we run like fools
until we learn to stay
understanding
there is only one place
one memory
eluding the years
in the sevens of days

© 2007 N. Chaplin
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