Buried ‘Neath my Skin
Buried ‘Neath my Skin
I considered another
Something only you
A hidden clue—connector of hearts
Our secret
I picture you as A hawk n me a phoenix
(I do like a bit of worddplay)
I imagyne majestic raptors
Soared the vast blue ether of your hometown...
& I remember as a child
searching Southern skkies for a red-tailed hawk...
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I alwayz loved this symbol of you
before we even met
I can’t decide where your bird might reside:
maybe as a guardian perched atop a shoulder?
I would like to see it often
not have it hidden as so much else must be...
Should it rest a reminder on my wrist
of how my pulse beats to rhythms of your memory?
As a symbol, I prefer an abstract drawing...
Perhaps a single line?
or geometric design
reminiscent of Cathedral glass?
(Metaphor of our lives)
Should I incorporate the ampersand?my constellation?
The hawk could be a water-brush design
Unfinished?
...possibilities
I wonder
what you might suggest
as an image of your memory
Buried ‘neath my skin
must be annoying...it would be to me
