because he was there
when Joni whispered at me
from the cold blue
corners of my heart

because when I was anger
all rhythm in fingers
with Ani
he was there

he was there
when the groove took me and I
met a poet
named Jill

I cannot reclaim this,
their breath affixed
forever to the words
that cracked, and mended,

their skin
the membranes that
buzz, reverberate
and now

by these vibrations
no door, no guard
they beat their way into

this singing
little heart
of mine.

February ’12


1 Response to “stolen”

  1. 1 Alx February 29, 2012 at 8:08 am

    Very very nice.
    Come back to it in a couple of months and see what wants to change or add itself. I think it needs a stanza after the Groove one that ties it all together a bit, but that is just an opinion from the peanut gallery. I like it lots, even as it stands.

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