old accruement

by mistersoto

old accruement

somewhere
in the overgrowth
of leftovers from older
older times
a meeting half imagined
half recalled
seated
with day’s end
receding
it’s taught grip loosening
words substituted
perhaps for
silences exchanged
possibilities
of aligned glances
a ticking
of seconds accruing
delineating
these fingers
outstretching
in last light
shadow playing
against
the map of your face
before the consuming wholeness
of darkness
reclaims us

 

 

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