a cliff fall of dreams ...
i can feel a root shifting beneath
the earth, beneath my feet
enough to make the ground unsteady.
tightropes. everywhere. some just
much wider than others.

i'd not waste a candle on the
darkness. let the night suffice as is.
if i whisper, too many may hear me
and my words are many and my words
are meant for you alone. you
handed me a mirror, as if
you, for the first time, handed me,
me. all i can see is a faint draft
of memory. this, i call my
my features. my identity. this
is what i face.

emotion and thought riotous.
loosened lightening, but
no rain. random and abrupt
cuts - precise and silent. no
thunder. how far away the storm?
i wonder.

perhaps at first, i loved you most
for loving me. love at first
sight unseen. a song at a height
beyond our reach. a bird
in the branches, consistent and
sorrowed above us. we'd say
nothing. listening. words hung from
our fingers like lamps in the darkness.
a light shared and shed only via
touch, with full awareness that
darkness is fluid and anything uttered
may well be lost to its current.

i know what it would be:
doorless, yet in your hand, a key to
so many secrets i'd well hidden
from others, including my own
conscious proximity.
i'd move back, moving
into your arrival and fall
forward for your arms.
we'd share the hold of a shiver
in my belly, equally. each breath
specific and memorable.
bird's quieted. storm
fully arrived and resting
beside us.
completed. completing.
complete.