8/11/18

For Alyssa

Each name a wound, in the flesh

Feverish from the failure of dreams

to materialise, held them each

their eyes 

Daunting the dance when you sail 

and you're starting, ready to be stung 

Hands are gone, moved on

Next one 

The wilderness is wondering, my impatient

Heart like a hammer of labour

lifting, striking down and seldom

settling down

But then there was the one with the voice

And the me in mine was moved

as I knew better, laughter laughing

lightly and giggling

brightly 

This didn't feel fatal, first 

Not a trap to look back on

and not smothered, suffering

Stoicism briefly suspended, dear

As word came after word came

Weaving one story, we spend 

the ticks of time entrance-d,

time for this romance 

We reach each other, even in the desolate dark

And you are warm and patient

as we're giving, as we're taking

Taken 

Taken

Softly speaking this sincerely

that, in this year, I've known 

how to forget

Many faces lingering only as

fragments and fading memories

Kind of cruel

to be whipped by the rip 

of closure

But you are the one with the voice, mending as we go along and if our stars burn right, maybe we'll go long