Archive for December, 1977


Sunday, December 18th, 1977

         Turning hard on these turning points,
           my life and yours
           are bound by so many threads.

         The morning light on your face
           the curve of your back
           my memories of your love.

         I hold you to chase away that hole
           in my stomach, but it just won't go
           because you're no longer mine.

         You can only hold me
           and whisper that your sorry for the hurt
           and I hold you closer for something that's gone.

         A flood of feelings at these turning points
           awash in the light of my new life
           I sit confused and searching
         Through these snapshot memories
           and Fellini futures....

                                 18 Dec 1977

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