Elegy for the Living

photo taken from Internet; edited by Armando Taborda
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We wash up side by side
to find each other

in the speakable world,
and, lulled into sense,

inhabit our landscape;
the curve

of the chair draped
with your shirt;

my glass of water
seeded overnight with air.

After this bed
there'll be another,

so we'll roll
and keep rolling

until one of us
will roll alone and try to roll

the other back - a trick
no one's yet pulled off -

and it'll be
as if a dreamed you, dear,

as if i dreamed this bed,
our touching limbs,

this room, the tree outside alive
with new wet light.

Not now. Not yet.

by Kathryn SIMMONDS, in "POETRY REVIEW", Volume 103:3 AUTUMN 2013