Licton Springs Review

Coeur d’OrBy Autumn Gray

It kept me searching
we found gold in each other
humid days listening to Harvest
curled at your feet with a book
and sometimes you found me
a shiny idea to catch my fascination
a melody to populate my memory

like tangling long hair and the corners of our glasses
I miss the soft
lips meshing
sweat mingling
this and that of you unclosing me
lying in the dark closet
my toes curled into the arches of your feet

Even the darkest memories are sunlit
like a roofless corridor
Golden rooms branching out from everywhere
that was us, feeling
this is me, breathing