“face” by Camille Thigpen

May 5, 2015

the sun treads softly upon
our shoulders as step
by step we slip (clip
clop like a ba-thump ba-
thump like a tick-tock) across
the beach composed of pebbles & rocks

you then, you who are composed of
brambles & letters & lashing wind,
you sit facing the tide (a self-portrait)
you are in a moment that is not
being narrated: there was your hair
& there was my body & there were
my eyes

 

Camille ThigpenCamille Thigpen has lived in France, Sweden, and Pennsylvania; currently, she dwells in Possibility. Her poems have appeared in several places, including Spiral Orb, Inscape Journal, Handsome, and Zymbol.

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