waiting

beautiful you are

but I don’t dwell on that

or sing praises

I just drink in

tall glasses

 

I document places

with you just outside each frame

hinting through margins

and mattes

into images of preternatural beauty

 

like memories of you then

transposed against today’s moment

when the light hits

like a sucker punch

leaving me breathless

 

vainly

waiting for your touch

 

for more than today

and less than tomorrow

 

patiently

 

 

 

David Trudel     ©  2013

 

 

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