on this first freeze of
October i remember
you taught me to turn
it must have been six
or so years but it stayed like
shimmering onyx
or a constant friend
with the weights of happiness
and splintering thoughts
looking back into
one hundred one hundred. i
wonder did you know
-jh
bustling days haven’t
been graced by your august touch,
but in ghostly eves
-jh
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-jh
for when you visit my room, i wanted
to have a flower for each day and piece
together this half-writ moonlit poem
from a faded forlorn notebook’s index
because you are the happiness of long
vanilla afternoons with air that drifts
s l o w into the brume of incensed evenings
curling into midnights of peaceful sleep.
and if you can’t stay, i wanted to say
thank you for giving me a map that day
when it was raining and i acted lost
just to spend some time with you anyway
đjh
now windblown we walked,
hair strewn, winding through downtown’s
windowed stalagmites
-jh
luminous body
glides all aligning his hand
alighted on mine
-jh 10/12/17
