3.22.2021

quickly, then, the worst was over

Suddenly, the last hour 
before he took me to the airport, he stood up, 
bumping the table, and took a step 
toward me, and like a figure in an early 
science fiction movie he leaned 
forward and down, and opened an arm, 
knocking my breast, and he tried to take some 
hold of me, I stood and we stumbled, 
and then we stood, around our core, his 
hoarse cry of awe, at the center, 
at the end, of our life. Quickly, then, 
the worst was over, I could comfort him, 
holding his heart in place from the back 
and smoothing it from the front, his own 
life continuing, and what had 
bound him, around his heart—and bound him 
to me—now lying on and around us, 
sea-water, rust, light, shards, 
the little eternal curls of eros 
beaten out straight. 
 

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