(courtesy of 'The Little Prince')
I didn't keep
the fox poster
that spoke of
you / our love /
your death, in
a secret language
made of images.
I had written
the fox poem.
I thought that
pain enough – more
would be wallowing –
but now seek
other fox pictures.
Their different landscapes
are immaterial. For
it's the fox
I crave, vivid
against any backdrop,
coming towards me
shy yet purposeful....
Bit by bit
I tamed you
with my words,
with my love;
but could, finally,
not save you
from the hunters.
Written for The Poetry of Three facebook group.
So much love and passion in this.
ReplyDeleteYes ... 35 years later!
DeleteLovely and touching indeed.
ReplyDeleteI love this!❤️ Such a wonderfully deep and passionate write!❤️
ReplyDeleteOh that ending is fantastic...
ReplyDeleteSecret languages, made of things only lovers know, are the best...
ReplyDelete...even when lost, they remain.
DeleteYou always understand so perfectly. :)
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