II.

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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