you tease me with need, apples & emptiness
struggling to hardwire
lounging there in yellow silk boxers
against your father's blueprint
aging with bitter remorse
without awareness
i hate football
and struggle to understand my own fragility
what is it that binds & stretches to accommodate our twisted, wounded selves
acceptance comes with a cost;
a kiss of popcorn & fresh red peppers
a blizzard whorls beyond our walls
and if you would open just long enough
i
would
fall
into your blue eyes 14 thousand feet deep
rich with wisdom & words and muscles hard
willing
our bones are old and speak of chasms of mirth & merit
replete with lovers, summers & wine
why the goodbye
why walls of blue-glass brick
to find the hole again
altars of divine care & memory to what was & what could be
sparked by flannel warmth & distance spanned by
love
