Two Hermits
Unsent Letter:
Our sandals, now safe and dry in the kitchen,
nestle together like lovers,
like good friends,
your left touching my right.
Secretly I wish to keep them like that (together) forever,
as some kind of material testament or poetic artifact proclaiming
“We were here.”
Once a man and a woman walked,
kissed beneath an archway,
and, for a brief moment, loved.
"I take this picture of myself and with my sewing scissors cut out the face. Now it is more accurate; where my eyes were everything appears."
— Margaret Atwood (The Journals of Susanna Moodie)
Nice.
Merci.