your form
was made
for my eyes

your memory
for my mind

      the fruit will never rot

      
                             it will only disappear

That there won't be another
is no longer what it was.

I knew the you you were
though now know what I've become.

The thorns of roses faded,
the salt of oceans dried,
allude to consolations:

to what was our love tied...

I close one eye now
to focus things close.

Somehow,
I've grown older than you,
though not outgrown you.

I'm no river.
I am the sand.
And you, merely the ocean.

And in no way now,
might we ever help each other.

I close one eye now,

just one.

engage me
low-late,

little tongued Leaf,
now the pocket's
in the shade
in the den.

i'm the length
of a dream,
on a left-hand path,


you're the dots
in the ink

we're the When

I was a lateral,
and ticking.
I saw the seams
in you.

You were the new
becoming.
I was
the precious you.


Stop reflecting,
keen sister.
You were
what I sought.

Be now
transparent, lover.
Become what
I have caught.


Such crystalline seed,
have I projected thus far.

So I sit now in silence,
to see just what
things are.

a face,
a voice,
a warm touch,

I will allow myself
to fall in love will all things

as I self-agree to act with non-clinging.


the clouds will pass as lovely,

should I suffer to grasp?