We follow a trail
long since tangled
in fisted weeds.
Walking back
through pages- -places
other lifetimes
have taken us
leaves thorns
in my thies- –
let me show you.

The back story
leads to now- –
knowing how we got here
is not important,
it’s where we go next.

Darling,
your eyes speak
volumes- -I live
for a great
toe curling read.
Eager
for a luscious ending,
I’ll wait to see
where we go next- –
passion-flower seeds
sprouting my hair.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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