how long must my heart
buffer before it may
download your data?

how often must i update
my software to seize
increasing speeds?

and how much storage
shall i reserve to
preserve and review?

when will i learn to reset
my settings and so delete
all bits of you?

let me not dwell on things i lost, forgot.
who gains from memories of memories fought?

let us be the frame that grasps the glass--the pane, a path, that love may pass. let us loose the hinge, jibe the clime, and freeze the freeze; else dusk the sun’s bright shine, suspend its fervid climb. and, dear, let us open and close with the day, breathe in what beams may stray. what Life propose, we will enclose, ingest along the way.

you write a lot about love
without wanting to say it
out loud

if love were bingo,
would we still prize the free space
for its convenience?

love is
for the exits:  
to split the atom,
divide the cell,
& break embrace,
so they may
find entry
in another.

so near, the shock will surely be
     thy gift of sharp 'lectricity.

          and--oh--a sight is it to see:
               the life forever charged by thee.