BACK
THE KISS OF DIFFERENCE
peter schwartz
I've fathered too many doubts
to ever let these ghost-children go
they cling to my neck like unkempt
yesterdays; each of them
has known the hard burning
of foxholes beneath a warehouse
moon taking stock of these
dog-eared days
meanwhile my almost
biblical need for enchantment
suffers beneath a white mask
absorbing gravity's
inevitable meltdowns; each
represents another stroke of
darkness; dwindling collateral
finally reaching back
into its bones
for that old
orphan kiss.
(c) 2008 by Peter Schwartz