Now and Again

Now and Again

After we argued, we
went about our lives, you
to change the oil, me
to make supper, though
our words still swirled
in the cold air that surrounded us,
swirled in the endless eddies of our lives
amongst the relentless ghosts
that bewitched our rationality. We
wrapped ourselves
in spider webs of deceit,
a worn out old shawl
that offers no protection.

After
the oil change,
after
the dishes were washed, you
kissed my hair, your lips
tracing salty trails
down my cheeks
to my lips, then you
took my hand and we
went to bed
into that deep abyss
of avoidance
lest we be seen
by the rising tides
of tomorrow. ©

~Kelly King