II.
Where’ve you gone, my
darling love? She cried.
You’ve disappeared.
–
I can’t hear the soft rising and falling
of your chest in the night,
or taste the bite
of your fingers
clamped sweetly
around my own.
And it’s not until I close
my eyes shut
that your face appears to me.
–
[the gate shifts on its hinges,
lavender stalks shrug and bend]
–
I’m still here.
I’m still here with you.
–
But where? In this between-ness,
in this mire – I’m frightened.
–
I’m frightened too,
but the sky
and mother sun
will hold us both in
our short shared infinity.
–
[consideration]
–
Thank you,
for saying that.
–
Spreading Fire
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