Saturday, August 31, 2013

i have not lost track of you
you are steady, still & warm
a fair bird I will follow to
the very edge of dwindling breath
every night the monster brings
me a banquet of blank paper
& as I write,
you drum in the corner neath
iridescent flickers of falling snow.
smiling openly till you disagree
they all beat you down, like a spider
& though some of it is true
i will not lose track of you
for in the all in all of us
there is some very best of me
(Oh love.)
you must feel the loss in the now & thens
the bright gaps within misunderstandings.

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