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
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.

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