Let me say this... I awoke this morning in the middle of a House Call.
The good doctor had bled on the porch where my begonias
were dreaming... but i sutured his open hand
and suffered the telling of his tale.

I was almost asleep, but then the air cracked like a whip
in a hurricane of dead calm. I was startled from my rest
by a hoard of indigo and rampant lovely things.
i chose not to believe in anything else.
and i come back to you

a moment at a time.

in my lost eye, the whole of the world is a gone thing.
a long away orchard of unspeakable goblins
and soft suns.

it would not be so terrible to love forever someone.
but it would be inevitable
and every task under Heaven would falter
should the rainbow catch a glimpse
of the obvious.

i am saying
something now.
and you
know it.

my love for you is like an everlasting gasp.
my every breath haunted by a memory.
and now i'm used to that.

when we do not kiss everyday
it's like we never met.
more like we died
to live this way
unkissing.

the way the blueberry numb skull,
sung from a day's gravy-
and the whole of the Sea
was a flat Earth.
but nothing led to nowhere
till you didn't mean it.
the way the warp
is the way
and the void,
the ceiling.

closing in on the spot....
i find my eyes
wandering
off.
they purloin a glimpse
of something beautiful...
then collapse.
Like two voids,
trading colors
for India
Ink.

you don't have to
believe it
but it has to
be true

it has nothing else going for it.
save the black hole
you came in with
and my very
best wishes.

but i digress.

you don't have to
believe it,
but it has
to be
true.

and that is how i say
what love
means.