Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Alpha Centauri.

Alpha Centauri
by james bezerra

I seem to have reached
that point in life
where wanting
to love someone
contains a kind of sadness.
Grain of oyster sand or
speck of cosmic dust
catching pale gold light
from Alpha Centauri,
bounces it back to us
down telescope tunnel
through lens of eye
then optic nerve
then brain
then mind
then heart.
I seem to have reached
that point in life
where a sad smirk
like a worn leather jacket
worn like a leather jacket,
will never wear out,
go bad,
or let the cold in.
I seem to have reached
that point in life
when I know the roads I'll never see
will never be outnumbered
by the roads I've seen.
When the I love you-s come
slower, calmer.
When kisses carry all the memories
of all your other kisses.

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