You Matter

Shmu

You, Matter

my beloved Shmuel Vaknin, 

you are

my childhood’s friend,

You matter more to me 

than the functionality of a global server.

When Soft feelings, safe inside you, there we are, 

as disturbed as I, you … elemental as a stranding, 

introjected rain, 

warm … to the symbiosis of your two feet, your toes,

squishing into me as cold mud, and then remembered 

outside the clichés of a parched childhood,

the imprint of this imperfect mess, moulded,

Noisy. Outside of us. Without a mother.

How did my feet get so thirsty for the feeling of mud

I asked, of the first act of evening.

This hot pavement, i never walked upon

but today, I remembered,

with the pads of my feet.

As if I had. 

How?

Somewhere, in a painting 

above the dining room floor, 

I saw the two holding hands,

walking away from the future, 

back to your strewn library books.

- Aralia Fresia aka LND (c) 2023 August 18th

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