I
falling through space without landing, or flying
into an eclipse, deliberate blotting out
the darkening of the sky
denials of our feelings
for each
other
II
writing kept us from recognizing
the fissures
III
how we hurt each other
IV
fiery strands of interrelated passions
memories, motives, what happened
what didn't, the suspicions
times of deep connections
pulsing at varying speeds
in varying directions
hooking up here
& there exploding
randomly
V
pulsing
like the heart
VI
the moon glides
releasing the sun
VII
we chip away anger
a brittle ceramic mold
on the gold
sculpture
of love
forged in our fire of desperation
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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