Star Space

We learn to cherish every instance,

finding moments, ever

to venture our memories.

“If only to relive,” scorning

mediocrity, two miles from a steakhouse.

I love her for no

other reason, awaiting a trumpet call,

alert to revelations.

It’s evermore this love, lighting one last

cigar, wrestling

with deep intensity.

It was long a mind, eager for

clarification, warring to think. But

what was proper, as

opposed to faulty? I grappled with this

thought, eager to

learn, eager to think.

We touched a moment, composing

poems, watched, storing a precious image.

Life is gentle this

way, ever haunted by guilt. I remember a

certain meal,

gazing into a future, unable to grasp an

unforeseen. We take

love quite lightly, growing wildly, able to

replace love.

It should be otherwise, enlove for art to

love. But young

hearts, relish pride, affected, longing to

be desired. What

shall dance, a precious swan, space to

space, ever to conquer!