Poem Hunter
The Beginning Of Our Picture
MG ( / Chicago, Illinois)

The Beginning Of Our Picture


Some time ago, paper fused colors,
blending what should have been
a quiet slope echoing
distantly from now.

And I should have ignored
the river, the low
hills, just under the surface,

the marks of your kisses
making me a leper,
tissues of my limbs that held
what was once you.

See how we both smiled
in that photograph?
Arm in arm, content,
for that well-lit
shock of a second...

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Comments (1)

Oh Marina, How a photograph can stir a lost memory, and so well described - I especially liked the first 3 lines. Just Great. Regards, Lucy