forgiving is like that, he said

don’t tell me this breeze

passing

blues singing

on midnight porch

with patient dog lying

 

is not

 

or that this

wicker chair

wedding lights

your arms

those eyes

 

won’t be

 

don’t tell me I forgot

my mind

throwing well-fanged words

like venom down your side

 

I fear most

the less     the loss     the lack

unremembered mingling

of blonde and brown hairs

‘79 hatchbacks

 

but see

see     see     see

my crumpled

heart beating

watching your bleeding

struck by my gin

broken on brick

lost shine of moon

 

dark      shadows      light

dawn translucent

dark troubled eyes

grey stubbled skin

in Easter dew

you

you      you

don’t tell me

how  it is with you

 

but enfold me

ruffled with guilt

reclaim my fault

your pain

our seam

 

with one whispered word