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Jan/Feb 2001 Poetry

Blue Notebook

by Tasha


 

Blue Notebook

The trip to Paris
is your attempt
to take us back
to a time when love
was just our bodies'
thoughtless responses.

I plan to record everything;
the smell of the hotel,
the way our winter clothes
will hang down, heavy:

how quiet the water will be
lapping soft against the tub,
washcloths dipping forgiveness
as you stroke me,
time slowing down
to just your hands

and perhaps
light will enter
a small window
and hold us
and everything else
will be inconsequential
for a while.

 

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