Only That

Once, When they tore them open A life fell out of each Now, They are driven Smiling with them Rights of their own In bright sunshine Hauling with them Buried in black One mile from the graveyard The rights of man...

It is back. Longing for her. Thought I’d turned it inward, Poking to learn how it worked its way. Would’ve been easier if she didn’t say how she loved me. Would’ve sustained a few days more if...

And after love,
I become half woman, half you.

It is back. The swell. The ocean in me, Rising, In a big wave, Heaving recollections Against my eyes. Here I see no one, In this swell I am alone Buried in it. Breaking With some memory Of something. Alone on my island...

Strip, strip strip strip Strip everything strip That look from the corner of your eye, strip That raising your eyebrow in a tease, strip Strip that microsecond look of longing at me, strip Strip that touching my...

And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.