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.
Labels: poetry
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