Poem For You And Everyone

(remembering camp. remembering you. remembering everyone. this one is for you.)

 I remember his full lips as they slid softly back from his shining, 
 crooked teeth.
 I remember her throat, tense and smooth as glass, exposed flesh proud
 and scared.
 I remember his eyes, blue and solid like the sea on a cloudy day, but
 with something infinitely sad in them, something knowing and yearning
 and in a moment ready to fly away.
 I remember her hands. Small glittering purple laquered nails, wrists
 encased in bracelets, armoured and protected in bracelets, rings
 sticking out from her thin fingers like guns.
 I remember their songs, their dusky, aching voices, the high clear
 threads and the low, gruff oaken ones, all blended together in the 
 wailing symphony of humanness.
 And I remember their arms, all sorts of arms, as they held me, held 
 me in all sorts of moods, when I smiled slow like honey, laughed
 like a rainbow waterfall, or when I sobbed and wailed and covered
 the misery of my face with my hands. They kept holding me.
 And I held them, oh how soft and strong and protective I held them, 
 and now I keep holding them somewhere in my heart, even though 
 they're all gone away.
 And the only thing I have left are the whispers of their voices
 like crickets in the night hills under the dew.
 The only thing I have left is the last soft warmth of their bodies,
 all cozy and sad and jubilant, and all cuddled with mine.
 All I have left is the sparkle of their eyes behind tears, 
 wet and painful as broken glass, or when they laughed and their eyes
 were sparklers, campfires, laughing summer pools of fireflies.
 All I have left is the lost coyote howl memory
 of their arms.

 ~Becky~

• oh beckybeckybecky *swoons* i love you so much! ~franfran~