Your Hands…

Your hands found me

curvaceous, time flooded

past in waves, to ricochet

invisible, then dwindle as we lay

in memory’s narrow alcoves

which warp the lace displayed,

as loving turned to anger,

and grief drew down its shade,

reworked the spin of time;

destroyed the maps we made.

curvaceous flooded past invisible lace dwindle spin narrow alcoves maps ricochet warp – Wordle 69.
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/08/12/wordle-69/

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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One Response to Your Hands…

  1. JulesPaige says:

    ‘in memory’s narrow alcoves’ I like that – as we all seem to think our own memories are perhaps somewhat stronger than what might have actually been. Nicely wordled.
    I’m here:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/08/sw-69-acheron-9-for-both-b.html

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