Him And Her....

he tried to understand
what his hands are
she didn't, she had no
expertise on those hands
closed like a living clam
under the sea
to the bottom below the
sand
she could not see his
flesh
he did not see her face
the story is rabid like a dog
after the bite
death is sure
feared is light
and the cell closes on in him
she was gone
like a glimmer
of the sun
dawn to the deeper part
of the forest
breathlessly

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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