Love shook so bad
The day I told you
Over and over so
The rug would stay
Under your feet and not
Shake me to the dry
Bone of my left
Five-year old,
A body left as unattached
For many years.
Locked in a grid
Of which Earth
Would move first,
Mine or the rock
We landed on.
For what purpose?
This.
This. This bliss
Of knowing this Light
And my impatience
With time, in its
Slow tender rewind,
And it is time to take,
To grieve of
Rivers left inside
Dormant long ago
Thought dead though alive.
Birds flown into space
The animals let loose in the foot.
Not enough angles
For soothing.
Hearts buried deep
In a zoo.
The rush of hunger
Shook us.
I light the wish aloft
Nervously glancing
Towards how many days,
To be looked at and seen
And made love to
Anyway
Over and over again
Because we retreat
To the old ways.
Empathy is Poetry 