The Smash... a poem by Veronica Farmer

Before the eyes lift
You feel it
The Smash

Heart thrashing
Like a traumatised bird held wrapped in your hand
After hitting a window

You remember
How his smile will lift
Before you have been brave enough
to look

It's the sound really
of his voice
the depth of it 
and how
it reaches a hand deep
into your core
through time

You feel
how your fingers will tighten on his skin
how your knees will bend
how your toes will reach

Already
Before you have even said 
a word
It is done

Ancient memory
pulls
A knowing of 
rough garments
furs on hard ground
Sword gleaming by the tent door

Of leaning down
Your hair grazing his face
as the snow falls
and you howl at the sky
over his body 
broken by swordwound

The Smash
ignites an ancient knowing
once more

I remember You...

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