Porch Talk

A poem

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He’s sitting next to me
and I wonder if he knows that
I touched myself to the thought of him
earlier, in my bed, bath of afternoon sun
Porch rocking chairs, we are talking about
art and imperfections, sublimity in imposed flaws
We talk about time and its relativity
How a moment with him is never
long enough but a moment floating
in time and thought is a snake
with an endless tail, coiled around
finger and toe, leg and limb
I wonder…