poetry for love

waiting poem


feverishly stretching

quieted for a moment

by the off whites of your eyes

the stretch becomes disabling

the stretch is gone going past

the laid roads

the sewn fabric

the healed voice

my current remembrance of letting go is stretching

it looks like a misty, leak from a fountain pen

drawn teasingly to bury the stain thats 

already there

stern in a certain spot I watch

not for good or bad you found me

invited me to hold, maintain

I stretched that to protection

by the off whites of my own eyes

I cry to the feeling of those laid tracks

of tears, on my skin

and for the ever awful fear of losing you


Allison Pharmakis