Things that go
Life goes on and on
Watching a death can consume you
With each heaving breath. Is this the last?
Where the death rattle that is said will come?
When will the peace, the angelic expression,
Spread across the pale tortured face?
I have seen it, and yet I watch and wonder,
When, when, when both our release?
Fade away flowers,
Just as my love has.
Do not return to grip me
In illusions, in delusions of love.
Brittle each leaf, each rotting bloom
Live for an eternity in this box;
Until the garbage heap consumes you
Just as my love has me.
Somewhere, I may never have traveled,
Haunts my memory in foggy dreams
I smell the fire in the fireplace burning
I see the cabin door swinging
Outside the snow that had fallen
Lies melting, hardening to ice
Mountain air fills my lungs and exhilarates
With the smell of pine and of juniper and cedar
A distant crow's caw brings me back to reality
And I am suddenly in the snow at the door of a cabin
Somewhere I may never have traveled to
Across the cheeks
Button nose aglow
Eyes that sparkle
Mine and yours
An exquisite tunnel
Cascading with flowers
Of wisteria tunnels
I lead you out
You want to stay
Forever, you say
Like a summer rain
When it strikes
We step out
Of the water
Down our mouths
An orange sun
Heat is quivering
Across the grass
You brush aside
The damp clump
Of hair stuck
To my cheek
And it is mouth
On mouth, again
Mouth on mouth
Breathing for you
Until pale skin
And all is lost
Then faint pink
Again I breathe