the words are little coins
one of us still dropped
in the grimy well
we are lovers, we are hopeful
the world continues to simmer and burn
on occasion my wrists are kissed
by somebody who has eyes like stars
what could i have done to receive such kindness?
people continue to die, and to suffer before that
now or later everybody i love hurts and heaves
there is so much that can fail in these brittle bodies
there is so much pain in these hardened hearts
i make my lover laugh but it is true
i feel too much, the great wave of feeling
knocks me over each day, i walk through
it like quicksand, weak ineffective knees,
time thickens around me and i am made
soup, i am loose, i am lost, i have flew.
the calendar flits onwards. loss stays
in the air like smog. love comes, holds me,
loves me, leaves. in the chalk-drawn world
i am still here, i am still learning, i will
learn until i am drawn white and time
eats me, leaves no bones. i will learn and learn.
kiss me, please, and let me mourn.