until someone’s idea / becomes a reality / and fulfills that empty promise / of “love”
never a larger divide than when I pull at your orbit
I was healthy and you told me I was sick
Sorry [about what could have been – but trying to be less sorry for who I am].
Thank you for showing me
This new and dappled world.
Even with distance, I think I understand
Recognize yourself in my deluge
Some arrive in pairs;
More leave coupled,
Sometimes in multiples.
You wrote me prose about the rain and
now when it storms I can’t seem to
think about anything else.
O to shield oneself with the visage of the sunset;
To shroud away from the rake of nail and bruise of touch
You rarely get your pictures taken
So I memorized your shy smile,
And will you vow to stay
If I let you plant a kiss
I lay on his lap in the dark
pale faces cotton freckled with time
On the car ride home with you
Me in the passenger seat
You, one hand on the wheel
The other in my hand.
My sun, my radiance
How cruel of me to crave you
Bodies are meant to hold other bodies,
I’ve heard,
but when it’s time I can never
let myself begin / what’s the meaning
of acceptance if everything collapses