picturing us
picturing us
in this July
there is mass to the terms
of mourning
endeavoring complications,
a month of passing-fits
staccato, quick
and rising,
banners of sound –
(I am) propelled
through the divide – of love –
so far from (us)
were we older (I think, you say)
the outcome generated –
[so mechanical this retrospect distance]
weary reciprocal splitting,
the fight against what assailed us
may have been altered.
and now,
dull regret,
the swinging doorway,
without consequence
attic stairs arrivals, departing
fails to hold my hand,
for the lingering senses
of your heat – still –
haunting the passageways of vision.
these fits, though,
will bear flesh
rejoicing –
with reservations
and the past situated
(a lingering myth)
my heat stirs
desire long dormant
for all the worlds delight.