{"id":1231,"date":"2012-04-23T00:36:40","date_gmt":"2012-04-23T00:36:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1231"},"modified":"2017-07-12T01:18:52","modified_gmt":"2017-07-12T01:18:52","slug":"uma-y-boris-by-amy-wright","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/uma-y-boris-by-amy-wright\/","title":{"rendered":"Uma y Boris by Amy Wright"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Uma y Boris<\/h1>\n

by Amy Wright<\/p>\n

Let us long because we are to be filled…<\/em>
\nthat is our life, to be exercised by longing<\/em>
\n-Saint Augustine<\/p>\n

The nighttime of our lives is filled
\nwith crickets chirping in the darkness
\nof their dark bodies. I hold your hips
\nwith the grip of my thighs, twitch
\nwhen you kiss my temples thrum
\nthe counterpoint of peace as an
\nargument for peace<\/p>\n

The rhythm is in <\/em>
\nthe unexpectant break<\/em>
\nof melody.<\/em><\/p>\n

When you give me each movement
\nof your grandfather’s tango
\nby opening and closing
\nyour eyes, I can read anything
\nand never have<\/p>\n

in this language
\nI am learning to speak
\nso that I can explain it
\nto your mother,
\noffer her something
\nin the southern manner
\nwhen you leave the sails
\nof her arms for mine.<\/p>\n

Tell me
\neverything
\nexceptel momento<\/em>
\npreciso<\/em> you began
\nto scent our bed w\/
\nthe waft of another,
\nbecause knowing it
\nhas no reason
\nis not to trust
\nthe ending.<\/p>\n

###<\/p>\n

Amy is the author of three chapbooks, Farm<\/em>, There Are No New Ways To Kill A Man<\/em>, and the forthcoming The Garden Will Give You A Fat Lip<\/em>, which won the 2012 Pavement Saw Chapbook Award. She is also the Nonfiction Editor of Zone 3<\/em> journal and Zone 3 Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Let us long because we are to be filled…
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