Crippled

Blueberries, pies and lilac trees
In our secretive desperate meetings.
Blueberry pie at home and lilac torn and given.
It all went so fast, my rhythm.
I would lose everything ultimately,
White, soft, warm,


My wondering 
Of a previous time.
Much was missing then.
The wetness, that smell of flesh,
Of milk that was sweet.
Of mountainous flesh that was safe.
.

I would lose everything ultimately,
White, soft, warm,
White, soft, warm