Friday, April 24, 2015

Now I sit

We fought so gorgeously!
We fought like one boxer
and his punching bag.
We fought like mismatched twins.
We fought like the secret sharer
and his shade.
Now we're apart.
Time doesn't heal
The baby to the womb.
Separateness is real
and keeps growing.
Some get insomnia...
The poet's disease...
and sit up nights
nursing at the nipples
of their pens
I have
kissed you where you are
I have cursed my curses
I have
cleared the air
and now I sit here waiting,
breathing you.