Re: Place

We were stones
We were stones

And the rings
We made spread
In all directions

I have lived
Like a rustled blade
Husky and blunt as the
whispering Spring

Do you need to know how?
Do you need to know why?

We now
We here
Could kiss
Our wrists entwined
It would feel like
Beginning

Or a razing of
the fields

So that it was you
Always had been you
Who sat in those rooms
Those cars
Those corridors
Lights warped with tears
Years plowing the undersides
Of our hands

As highways became lanes
Streets, familiar tasting names
And I was singing out aloud sometimes
Those neverknown refrains

But you could never
have known me
Before we fell into
this place

I was a husk
Beneath the dirt
With a very life at stake

#NaPoWriMo 2014 poem number 30