Sunday, January 13, 2013

Couple by John Grey

We work. We play.
We drink to survivor’s guilt.
We drink to survivor’s innocence.
We fail. We triumph.
We fly as high as we can
and then we parachute.
We’ve been through it all
yet there’s so much of it to come.

We’re agreed
on what we’re doing.
That’s where we disagree the most.
Outside, when moon torches
sky just enough,
we kiss and hug,
each in proportion to our love.
We talk. We stay silent.
We properly manage
We let have its way.
We’ve been two so long
we’re one by this.
And we’ve been one so long
there has to be two doing it. 

Author bits:

John Grey is an Australian born poet, works as financial systems analyst. Recently published in Bryant Poetry Review, Tribeca Poetry Review and the horror anthology, “What Fears Become”with work upcoming in Potomac Review, Hurricane Review and Pinyon. 

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