you are in the middle of things,
insisting importance – you would feel
shivering in the distant blue
of another girdled spark and there,
in the not-so-distant sky,
I reach for damp perimeters
and have your face conclusive
with whiteness, sure of its glare,
crossing the frangipani outside
my home; silence leapt borders
and now an incident. uninterrupted.
resolute. absolved.
although so suddenly moving away
kiting around and perhaps death
will deal its part when love’s done
with its tedious labor – and it will all be
moments of bliss, two people renaming
necessary haunts, laughing
in the dense air, keeping an ear for
the spring of yourself.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
you are in the middle of things,
insisting importance – you would feel
shivering in the distant blue
of another girdled spark and there,
in the not-so-distant sky,
I reach for damp perimeters
and have your face conclusive
with whiteness, sure of its glare,
crossing the frangipani outside
my home; silence leapt borders
and now an incident. uninterrupted.
resolute. absolved.
although so suddenly moving away
kiting around and perhaps death
will deal its part when love’s done
with its tedious labor – and it will all be
moments of bliss, two people renaming
necessary haunts, laughing
in the dense air, keeping an ear for
the spring of yourself.
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