But once and only once, here I have you.
You counter with your pen strokes and caress
My fearful mind; its depths you wade into.
I then return the volley with a kiss
And make you pause. Please listen. Here and Now
Are all we have of this love: entropy.
Its form and color, music, depth, and how…
This way, this certain way you look at me.
This touch of fingers, this kiss, this silence
The space between our cold breaths and the shadow
On this sidewalk at this temporal stance
Will makes us look unnaturally shallow…
All this postponement, whispered frequencies…
Will never come again. Quiescency.
“Reality,” I choke. “But, dreams!” you sing.
Nothing is all-unchanging. This I know
From years of change whose marks upon my skin
Will never fade, but deepen. So you slow
My busy mind, hand me my pen, time’s stilled…
And urging me to write, you take my hand-
(My other hand) and touch the paper, filled
With all my fears, love I can’t understand.
One look is all it takes to know your mind.
Suspension…eyes bare souls entirely.
You give me your words, too, as if I’d find
This gift were all – were pure finality.
The bitter bliss of temporality…
That you declare will last eternally.