I seek the secret ways
and longing lost secrets
the stability, the assuredness
in the answers.
I had them all for you.
“How does it work?”
I will tell you, sweet
Love under white sheets and behind draped curtains
Certain, I am certain
in the endless possibility
of you and the world
of space and all the places
we occupied
One time
Sick and sad you asked me again,
“How does it work?”
I held you the entire night
to see you through the storm
and into the morning
All the questions––
I gave to you answers
In my own mourning
when I held myself
the white blacked out the gray
and in the empty bed
I wondered
“How does it work?”
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
I seek the secret ways
and longing lost secrets
the stability, the assuredness
in the answers.
I had them all for you.
“How does it work?”
I will tell you, sweet
Love under white sheets and behind draped curtains
Certain, I am certain
in the endless possibility
of you and the world
of space and all the places
we occupied
One time
Sick and sad you asked me again,
“How does it work?”
I held you the entire night
to see you through the storm
and into the morning
All the questions––
I gave to you answers
In my own mourning
when I held myself
the white blacked out the gray
and in the empty bed
I wondered
“How does it work?”
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