Jan 16
~
Waiting for the reassemblage
One light will do
Bright things come to confusion
What pushed us together?
The love underneath conflict's thumb?
Winter kept us warm
Her face soft as sleep
With wakened eyes
With wakened hands
You quiet me
On these nightingale floors
In small explosions
that are yours to keep
I can’t remember how
we made love, but I remember
the colors we made together
It is in the shelter
Of each other that we live
~
Waiting for the reassemblage
One light will do
Bright things come to confusion
What pushed us together?
The love underneath conflict's thumb?
Winter kept us warm
Her face soft as sleep
With wakened eyes
With wakened hands
You quiet me
On these nightingale floors
In small explosions
that are yours to keep
I can’t remember how
we made love, but I remember
the colors we made together
It is in the shelter
Of each other that we live
~
