I looked upon his face through flame
and knew the shape, the curve of mouth
the bottomless eyes,
the puncture wound
left by his name,
but still the ache like silken hands beneath
a sleeve that only brushed my cheek
and how can I love
a boy who sings
as though to weep
and gather all
my heart in knots
of red red silk,
to wring it white and colorless
and sting my taste against
the other strangers I have never met.
~ Andrea E. Janda
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This poem is indescribably beautiful. It speaks to the ache that I too feel when I listen to Jeff’s angelic voice. Thank you.
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