It’s a shame that you could not have seen yourself last night in my
Again under that slow gaze of the streetlights in-front of your house,
sinking from branch
too just a foot or so above ground level before
dissolving into the metallic sounds of a singular car that was
sloooowly creeping bye
as you challenged the dead too love again….
Too dance again, with the same urgency of youth that consumed and
blushed your flesh so gorgeously.
It’s a shame that you could not have seen yourself last night again
young in my dream.
Seen yourself-, through mine eyes!
So that this morning…, when you woke (next to who?) you could
have opened your eyes to the spring leaves unfolding.
You could have stretched too yawn.
You could have reached to touch times incurious face- Contently!
You could have moved to the flooded sun-washed windowsill and
felt its warmth-,
knowing how truly beautiful that you once made life!