Passing Time

Passing Time

por Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

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Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the

Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow

She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness

The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young

The crystal lrags
Viscous tatters

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

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