there it is again,
when moments slide in their exact position
forming a mosaic
that staircase bathed in lurid yellow-gold light,
as the back of your pretty head
and the lovely row of little hills where your spine meets skin
in a tender upward push
i was oblivious back then
to the brutal utilitarian nakedness of the wall,
and the saffron glow of our wrists exposed
walking sluggish five/six paces behind you.
all these time piled up, solidified mass
yet remembering just now
life right there was just a puzzle
and we, two matching pieces
sliding exactly fit
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Funny...
how we miss things that we should have seen right away! You know what they say? Hindsight is twenty-twenty. I felt the awkwardness of knowing that you missed out somewhere along the line, that you didn't appreciate what you had. ~ Geezer.
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mosaic
I am not truly certain of the intent, but the language is so beautiful I somehow understand...the "brutal utilitarian nakedness of the wall" is such a great contrast to the rest of the poem, especially the title. There is a revelation - either realizing something that once was and is lost, or acknowledging something that is currently here. The imagery and references to the saffrons, yellows and golds give this piece such a regal feeling.
L
You may have a small typo - "all these times piled up" / "all this time piled up"
Thank you!