The Web Poetry Corner - Frank Valentyn - During, After
During, After
by
Frank Valentyn
Before I knew it
tears streamed down my face
after, it felt wrong to wipe them
wrong to let them freely dry
yet right in having cried them
It was a thought that gripped me
and I in turn, reached out towards
and like lovers not to be
embraced each other needfully
tender wildness in our parting
That moment’s entanglement
short mutual capture and surrender
seemed free imprisonment
liberating rapture
dream of an imminent intent
Feral depth enfolded fragile delicacy
licking of a cub or mate, entwined
wounds, a strange completion
joining in an instant’s instinct
towards an unknown healing