Literature
manifest
the power of a thought is not brought from notion to full flower
until written or spoken as token for the reality.
the words. just words. words that splinter hearts and damn souls dropped from the sky
to see if they can fly on wings only expressed in abstraction.
I remember my first kiss.
it was soft and sudden and
was just a polite expression
by a girl who wanted to see
if I was interested in her.
I can be slow, you know,
moments to months to note
a flirtation, time for a woman
to move on with her life
and I catch up with a frame
that is no longer open to me.
we are not the first, or the last, generation