Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A Space for Lightning


It’s not the end yet. Yes, I read

all the smudged papers & these

quires of tests. Love was never

a clear chart, square after square


with a space for lightning to tear

the heart. The glow of barium

is safer than this story but you come

straight from the ER


no sleep, trauma, cardiac

arrest, & rest here, a simple act

as I smooth your hair, fingering this & that

No clothes, no grief. You deal in accident


random collisions of cars & these soft

human bodies, cellular tests & touch

Let’s not face facts. Somewhere stars burn

& fall through the thin air, somewhere


a naked night continues & the world

is hinged with bliss. Love, meet me there.

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