Tag Archives: Cynthia Eddy

Last Chance

Gray-haired now They sleep by 9:30 Knowing years ago The night started at 9:30 Tired They kiss a swift goodnight And sleep follows. The soft foggy morning Finds them spoons Nestled together Front to back Breathing low. Passion splits This … Continue reading

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Of Blood and Love

This soft morning Calls for low keening, Between the sheets She does not know Where his skin Begins and ends. With full sunrise They arise, smoke And ashes left In their bed, She prays the day Will pass on quiet … Continue reading

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Communion

When you died We cast your body Into the snow Lovingly tucked you into your icy bed Preserved, We thought, so your mother would see your face at the last. By the fifth day the food was gone Tried to … Continue reading

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