Rain echoes through the hollow of this
late afternoon light & the shadow
of my hand drags across the Great Lakes,
across states, & it shakes & O how inexplicable.
I said love when I know I meant predisposition.
I meant empty rooms, sun cascading
through slats after rain, that life I can easily
imagine & want. I meant there is no way
to express the complex architecture of
what you are to me – the you you are in words,
the body of you, the you I don’t even know.
I know what I hope for. This afternoon
brightness, this blinding flood, this thing
we’ve built up, this heaviness masquerading
as lightness & I just don’t know
what to say. I can see you standing there,
can almost hear your voice. I can see the sun
& it’s setting & there are the two of us facing
each other, people made out of words with
real bodies, standing together & breathing.
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