Rest

Rest,
Beloved.

If we linger on
The whetstone too
Long, this universe
Will grind us
Into iron
Filings.

We walk all day
Our paths
Never cross.

I’m burning down the
Whole world
To find a clearing for
Our home.

The ash
And bones
Pile up.

At night
As our souls wander
Boundless
We meet and live out
Sweet, safe dreams.

A cottage in the woods
Birch logs whisper in the hearth
A fresh babe between
Your breasts
All of us
Equally
Naked.

But
Can your world
And my world meet
Greet with a kiss and walk
Together,
A while?

Or are we truly destined to
Watch each other
From a distance
And weep
In bitter longing
At all we might have
Had.