You looked at me
regretfully.

The answer lies somewhere
inside this hole you've dug
with words you never meant.
This kiss you've left to linger
saturates my irises,
siphons my reserve.

You burn in me.
You watch my lips,
see words you never heard before.
You kiss my face
we break
we fall away
we part
and swallow the tears
oh we stiffen the pride
to make plans
to make time
for the world we'd forgotten-
the world we had lost in eachother with relish
with pride, maybe once,
and with endless
No, reckless
romantic abandon.

We shift the uncomfortable settling of circumstance
right, then left
then right again
aquiring masks for this bittersweet,
rolling it over and over our tongues,
confused with the texture
the scent--
contradiction:
relief/desperation/pride.

That mouth is still there.
Her hairs still line your sheets.
That shadow you sleep with
(or shun
depending on moodswings and breakdowns)
still blackens the ample space
of the bed that you sleep on.
Her bed.

and yet
and yet...

Where does she go
when you're not around,
And how hard would you run
to catch her?

10/15/2005