DAY 15 PA PROMPT - PROFILE -POEM 1 - Profile of an AKAer

This is one where it might be fun
To be concrete and have a physical likeness done
But this will not happen....
Just no way, so I will simply let it lay
That including all my names is a mouthful to say

Your Hand

Long ago I traced those knuckles

Of that hand lying quietly

Slung over my shoulder

At the end of your muscled forearm

Arched in delight as it brushed my cheek,

Grazed my newly offered breast

Long ago I traced those knuckles

Of that hand, wiped away my blood

With a cold wetted white cloth

Held ice to purpling bruises

Raising in the aftermath of the

Silencing of some words not

To your liking

Long ago I traced those knuckles

Cajoling caterwauling regret

Back through rage, back through passion

To lie quiet and protective over

my shoulder in the circle of your strength

On The Breath of Apricots

In the bed of crisp white sheets

You slipped

A silver haired overlay

Of that raven haired

Hero of all things new

Arms resting on the bleached coverlet

Seen by others as skeletal and fading

I sung Sweet Chariot to you

White horses coming

As you redolent of turpentine and oils

Had taught and sung with me long ago

Just for this day

Curled quiet within the calliope

Of the childhood carousel

Turning to catch another

Glimpse of you as the music

Whirled, dust motes danced

In the slanting summer light

Waiting for you to leap

Fearless onto the still moving platform

To carry me in young powerful arms

Back to solid ground, back home

The laughter of children

Pure in the fading tinkle of the calliope

In the bed of crisp white sheets

My hand on the stopped beat

In your stilled chest

Your lips cooling

As you exhaled apricots

In the slanting summer sun