In the end there was no heraldry In the end there was no heraldry, and its all quite different than i'd dreamt (or feared). It is quiet and gentle and awkward, and i find you changed, and older, although not unpleasantly (so). I'd remembered your hands, larger (to look at), though their touching I'd remembered just right. And your mouth and all its pinked presents, and the perfect fit of your opened faced and my shying neck, these things i remember that i've never forgotten. And i wonder how you find me and if the moments your palms steal on my thoughtlessly sweatered back are old or new or both for You. But mostly i remember in the hush and untouchable presciousness of this too little hour that your touch is not a bit akin to the touch of any other and that strangers or not i am still, irrevocably, Yours.

In the end there was no heraldry © 2000 by J. Carrington Scott
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