After The Seizure Backstage

You came to the hall
with flowers
an uneven colour across your shoulders
my composure, pearls I’d left
on the nightstand

your smile lifted, disappeared
a clapboard clicked somewhere in the night

your steps towards my waist, some choreography of
step, step, turn, this is how to treat a

cords across the cinema of try between us

no poetry, love
there was never poetry for this part

there would always be some       thing
you could not fix,

you, my most recent excavation
the sienna fear
that love is still something I do to people
is done at me

that the tandem answer of two bodies
is an elusive fox track yes, the snipped tail of a star
the backlit choir of lungs, shushed blue worship fielding
the architecture of hope.

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