Here, after

below my throat
Somewhere between the collarbones, grief in a hard cold knot

The smallness and isolation,
alone with you

The ‘oh’
of your breath
lost in roaring stillness
tumbled across that silent gulf
wrecked on my back, soft around the shoulders
vulnerable to the hoped-for and dreaded bridging strike
of a murmured word, or the electric touch of
fingertips spreading, to gentle
the landing of a soft palm
to draw from my chest
the sluggish blood
of doubt

Inhabit all of me
with the fire of you
together and large and
awake with me
to go
with you
to sleep

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3 thoughts on “Here, after

  1. SR Walker says:

    I love this one.

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