Word Wednesday - Spaces

Word Wednesday! Here's another poem I wrote yesterday afternoon.  Are you guys doing anything for world poetry month?

Spaces

Warm fingers on cold spines

Of books

Of human bones

Contorting - strange shapes

Reminding me of the origami cranes

We tried to send down the river

Before their wings absorbed the water

Paper bodies torn like wet silk

They sank

To their graves of river stones

And cherry blossoms

I cried
All afternoon
I was only a child

I think of this when autumn comes

When I feel your warm hands reaching from

behind
to envelope my pale frame

Vulnerable as a single pink petal

Limp as damp paper

I think of space

(Instead of that other thing)

And spaces

The stretch from nebula to constallation
The reach from star to star

The distances travelled by man

That span countries, oceans, planets

And then
The air between my parted lips

Pockets that separate my bones

The gap between my left thigh

and my right thigh – a canyon almost

Your hand and my pelvis

It almost becomes easier

If I just keep thinking 

about stars

Knowing that they will carry on

shining so brightly after death  

keeps me safe