Take from me this rusty shine
downpouring as a battering ram
generative with suppositions
in fragments like cutting corners
volatile paralysis cunning and sleek
the hindering caper these doldrums
coursing through the bloodstream
encapsulated wretch with diamond soles
kicking in the soft spots undefended
circumspective endings unencumbered with
the freedom of ghosts passing through walls
I can pinpoint the moment it severed
that fine gossamer thread of infatuation
shivering strand of incandescent feeling
I was inches from you and the request
to remove my countenance from your space
I felt it snap then the mental line
connecting me to you
and in that space, what is left? Emptiness
of a kind, that is true; a chasm to be bridged
now with time and experiences gained together
rather than the moxy hubris of connectivity
born of simply being within proximity
I can pinpoint the moment of growth
the steel-cut dawning of awareness
watching the habitat of a man consumed
by his own obsessions tear apart pipes
and accept with aplomb flame-broiled joists
you made time for me as well
I felt it solidify
and in this space, all is here. Emptiness
is for yesterday and I understand your bridge
now that it's possible and maybe even probable
given we court with projects and activities
and decorating the air with sound
you've become
as a door in the day
lending a lighter foot
to a heavy head
spilling sunlight
to the wet sidewalk
baking the sweet smell
of rain and ocean
while I stand at
the threshold, there
patiently waiting, as
I understand the door
is you but it can also
be me
A few feet apart but for the
yawning of changing habits
(something you can neither
understand nor forget
imbues the world with meaning
shaking like a secret
begging to come out)
learning to do things like
plumb, exist, love
