Know you are loved
No matter what
No matter the blurry bygone dreams for Paris
Whether withering and feeling dry-dead
Wondering what of this salt and this sea
Pensive be
Whether you love me
I love you

Know you are loved
No matter what
No matter the blurry bygone dreams for Paris
Whether withering and feeling dry-dead
Wondering what of this salt and this sea
Pensive be
Whether you love me
I love you
…didnt wish
to intimidate you
it must
mean you
weren’t the you
you
said
you
were
but weren’t
ah, but we were younger
the wishing me, stupid, I was
the stupid you, wishing you were the you you said you were but weren’t
Fire, framed by black, black fear
Lament of the trauma years
Yet, hold hope, for truth rings clear
‘round the edges, light appears
This love is
Mammoth, yet
Expanding daily
Despite the seeming quiet of Our Universe
This love is
Consecrated, still
Asking eternally
Weren’t we Our Home?
I died at your hand
I resurrected myself
I told my story
Cooperation
on occasion
there was, I recall
With attention
— dare I mention —
to the most primal instinct of all
But love
what of love
thusly, here the poem ends
For one cannot
and one ought not
use, abuse, and pretend
As light on eagle’s wings
You and I shone no more alone
Us, a part
Of one grand lumen
A candelabra
An abracadabra
Were we
*****
Separated particles now
Conjuring ended
Never again to sense
Green and feathery fingertips
Glow gone
Darkness in your midst
Did I reach you