Picture Falling Poem by Lonnie Hicks

I open that old book
picture of you falls asunder
Your face down photo on the bureau
writhes
I finger toss you
only to retrieve
the glossy one
for contemplation's sake
resting it in my soft places
to see if it stings
or recaptures
within me that quivering.

My head rolls back
memories cascading
rolling diasporas
clutchings
unspeakeries
long unspokens
gnawings
gnarlings
you enter again
my heart
my loins
and I am lost
stretching
place you back
but too late
you are tabernacled
and I am lost
again
behind my soft
murmurings