Dedication
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Dedication
I’m thirty-four and I meet a man with very blue eyes who looks inside me.
He tells me he can see me at sixteen, at eight, as a child when he makes love to me.
His eyes open and close very slowly next to my face. Sometimes they half close and look down and they are grey-green, cool, and then they slide up and pierce me with open sky. Sometimes he lies close and breathes into my mouth and the breath is sweet, whatever we’ve done. I clutch momentarily at the edges
of this deep drop into his love, then free-fall, my chest open to the heart,
and drift in on his sweet air.
For William with love.
Sept 21st 1967- March 13th 2018
- Writer
