How
did I find you, to walk closer, rewound to step into
futures?
You ate peaches, sipped rum, and closed your
eyes.
We lived so briefly, to witness hassles, to close a
heart.
I’m now two plums in, to reckon tomorrow,
knitted
into today. You were so much a web, as quiet as
ladybugs,
peeking through a rearview. I owe you poems,
maybe
a dozen, to proclaim stars. I’m, too, to stand a
distance,
nursing scars, a bit embarrassed. I felt rain to
feel,
a cub distracted, peering into a glacier. Our
tomorrows—are
alone, with merely a vest. I ponder we
see,
a spool of nevers, rolled into a bundle; but minute to
second,
a beating mental, chasing butterflies. I’m want to
hear
you, ever to contend, tumbling down pyramids. It’s
more
for chance, a glass of wine, plus, a good night glance.
I’m
more to grow, where mind-control, dominates thought.
Meanwhile,
a moon is crawling, strewing lights, and life
has
tassels. It’s here to pass, a wealth of webs, a vase of
almonds.
How did I find you, ever to withdraw, with nerve
to
pause? I ask, moving behind, an axe to a warm feeling.
