Kept

a poem for all the friends

Timber maybe,
I'll go. 

Got a long way
until I know

what this serene
experience may say

from this plant
I took today.

My skin is hot
to touch.

The sun torched me
with love

and I hugged
my best friends goodbye.

It felt so wrong
to hold in my cry.

With lightning charring
the sky,

I raised my glass
to the bride.

But it wasn't until
the conglomeration

of all the times
past when

hit a height of
laughs and hugs

that I knew
I'd met

the end
of a time once knew.

A chapter turned
for you.

And then to bed
you went

with a bundle
of fresh memories kept. 


This poem is from the book, Healing: Cum and Dance. 

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