Halfway behind me.
I knew, the very first time I saw
The first of only two times
'Recognition' by another name
I knew, but how little.
Hands seething with heat
Pulled aside layers and felt for yours,
And you stole into the rescuing night
As in my thick coat I unfelt
And remarked at it.

Déjà, une décennie?
I looked past you, but you caught up
And replaced everything in my eyes
A door opening and re-opening
With no handle for me to hold.
Silver chariots and cold oceans
Summer rains under canopy of green
You looked back over your shoulder
As I gasped and learned
And I learned a lesson I'd live to repeat.

(Three)

One in six, the dissatisfraction of the beast.
Knowing again at the very first glimpse
And with clearer mind and evolved heart
I made my greatest mistake.
There are no words here.

Close to a lustre.
Fire, consuming everything within and out
Chimera, inevitable this illusion meant
Fruit of seeds entwined with each step
Weeping thorn and withered blossom.
Ceaseless gorging of endless hungering
A sweaty, frenzied remindlessness
Literally hundreds of explosions
Between us couldn't hold together
What one small drop of regret slid apart.

(Six)
(Seven)

Two seconds of the life-minute.
Barely out of sight
Yet never completely in focus
Centaur-warrior crowning Venus
Hunting and haunted.
With eyes that nearly overlapped
We saw everything but the distance
Tiny and infinite
Bridged with a touch, yawning without
You writhed, I let go.

Still on the breeze.
Heat and forgiveness
Pushing and understanding
Patience, golden moments
A near-perfect paper-performance.
Held in hands habitually tearing
Destroying and protecting
Sometimes even intentionally
Cut down on the vine
Spilled before a chance to age.

Hazily in front of me.
I strain so hard to see you
To read the ashes for some clue
To make it all make sense
To make a narrative of transience.
You give me no warmth or solace
Your ecstacy an imagined promise
Yet I keep choosing you
Looking for the period, the

Fin.

Labels: Poems