You entered
the gardens
at noon

the sunflower
took a bow
and the rose bended low

it wasn't the fragrance
you wore

tangible
it was the aura
that I saw

love
unsurpassed
gentle and kind

a reinvention of you
will never ever
cross my mind.

a glimpse of
what might have been:
the candle
and the blow

pacing the floor
mind filled with nighthawks
stomach with bitter pills

snow on the window sill
--the long winter
of our love

it comes out of the blue
like dead reckoning

thoughts of us
unfinished

a hand withdrawn
the final wager on goodbye

we had
for so long
this night-time
parking-lot
shouldn't-we-regret-this
love.

these days
we've got
a coffee ***
keep it hot
are-you-going-to-drink-that
love?

I want to know
where your mind falls
when it’s heavy
I want too see what ledges your heart
meets in anxiety
I want to know what draws your idle fingers
and see the devils that play your organs
when you haven’t slept all night
I want to be there
to watch you struggle
until you willingly wade
into my deep acceptance
For Love is a window of ever clear glass
the more pure the love, the more honest the view.