Poem – “Our Sin of Held Hands” – Modern Romanticism – 1/18/2022

All to crave,
everything to breathe
of the oceans in your eyes,
to the life within
your echoing cries.

Since the sadness
speaks in riddles
I am able to fathom.
Since those trickling tears
can roam us in circles, –

when thunder strikes,
I see it coming.

The same place, the spot
where a kiss was loosened
for the rocks.

The love, the quivering fingers
repeat the rhythms
to all our wandering.
Hold a hand,
kiss a palm,
never-mind the winter around us.

We halt our hearts at a river
to drink our reflection.

Never-mind the frozen leaves
floating past.

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