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.
