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
lady
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,
{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.
CarnivalDark 