We were so young

We were so young
we opened our bodies
in golden fields
under the suspension
bridge of pylons
and wires. Your breasts
were more mature than
either of us and I can
still taste their
perfect acorn caps. We
drifted later of course.
And now, from the vantage
point of loss after
loss, we still point at
pictures of each other,
something on our tongues,
something to be told that never is.

Corey Mesler has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Five Points, Good Poems, American Places, and Narrative 4. He has published 9 novels, 4 short story collections, and 5 full-length poetry collections. His novel, Robert Walker, is just out from Livingston Press. He’s been nominated for the Pushcart many times, and 2 of his poems were chosen for Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac. With his wife he runs a 140-year-old bookstore in Memphis. He can be found at https://coreymesler.wordpress.com.

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