I
speak something but not enlove however enlove.
something
poignant or neat or inhibited. those
urns
those ashes to palm grandmother. I speak of
love
while it dies gently where post-passions
bloom
into chest-frenzies; to happen upon feelings
or
iron credibility while ethos became its impetus:
our
morning absence, our warm understanding,
while
sexual trust is boiling soup. I bring theories—
to
everything dying where I could not love; refilmed
or
re-monitored so blue so gray or so out there. If
but
to cherish, with nary interaction, a man would
be
rightly loose. the freshet sundered, into sundry
parts,
while voltage remains in its quarters; as
nothing
to gain, while to forebear, such lonely fire.
