(holding hands, image by Anna Sunny, on Pixabay)
A Marriage
The fire that ends its dance
has the likeness of death
until you put your hands close
and feel the unyielding heat
of an ember secure in its bed,
much in the same way a room
devoid of words feels like absence
until the deep hum of a hand
caressing the reach of another
jumps like a flame to your ears.
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Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer
whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in
Orange Blossom Review, Funicular Magazine, and
EcoTheo Review, among others. His debut chapbook,
I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, is forthcoming
from Finishing Line Press. He can be contacted at: matthewjandrews.com
May 2021 issue