KindOf NaPoWriMo #10

April 21, 2008

"Home Movies"

Coupled, link and manacle, forged from heat and stone,
House teetering on a bed of crumbling sand stone.

Intertwined, sweating in the hammock, smelling grass…
For years now that lawn a lot, paved with scree and stone.

Nesting in the Christmas wrap, last bits of credit,
The stale sweets sent from home taste of candy and stone.

Denali in the mirror, shivering with bass,
Your forgotten necklace, cold filigree and stone.

Not content with murmurs from the empty room,
Roll tape, tell me what I can demand from stone.

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