If I could send you this moment, a book cover
guarding my secret, you would see
a woman leaning on the window sill
and between her fingers, a scarf
sheer as the blue, grotto water
Dawn frames me in this casement
of pale silence where
courage stays dormant and words
will not rise to confess --
"I love you."
Each day, it's easier to seek
a cave, to kneel under
the fireplace arch, arranging flowers
in a stone vase when there should be
but a throat of ashes
her soft, honey-colored flame.
© 2011, Wendy Howe.
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