Hard On The edge, Softened But Briefly
Hard on the edge, softer But briefly.
On the hard edge of the world
lies a space just beyond,
and if we leap off that edge
into that void, which is our dreams
we can fall back into a softer time,
when all was a snuggle of love and warmth,
and it is these dives into memory
that refresh us enough to climb back
onto the hard edge of an unbending world again
I knew a hard woman once,
her face was etched with hard lines
and a tight countenance
she walked as if she was under attack
she hunched over her food
and her drink when dining
like a frightened bird
with angry feathers ruffled
I ignored all the sharp angles she thrust out
and sat with her as an old friend to talk
I warmed her with some memories of her past
for I had known her in softer times
we wound up in a bed where she welcomed
my hard line that etched some softer flesh
and it was at her moment of ecstasy
when she came to her most delightful conclusion
that all of the lines
and her hard look vanished
her face softened and
the years dropped away
for just a few minutes
but then reality returned
not more then ten minutes later...
she mumbled something about
thanks for the lift
then scrambled into clothes and out the door
gripped by the hard edge of life once more
and unable to accept that softer side because
it might make her vulnerable again to love.
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