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walking home

under

the inexorable

force

of last

night’s

full moon,

i am

thrown

into

your inevitable

path.

my head bent,

my shoulders hunched,

i looked up

and i

stumbled-

hands

and knees

and splayed

and down.

feet

and

plunge

and

trip.

this abyss-

we made it-

too suddenly,

too late,

too visible now.

 

chasms and these several easy steps –

they seem to

both

stretch

between us.

I have tried to

bridgeskip

them.

These long easy painful

distances.

But.

 My

engineering

skipping

dipping

skills,

they are,

admittedly,

sorely limited.

I’m really

 just not sure

how

to work with

the fine arclights

of desire

you occassionally send

my way –

how to weld them,

wield them,

how to

make them

leap

stretch

meld

and

finally

span

the potentially small large gaps

we deliberately

leave

between us.

the empty page and

the thought of you constantly

ghosting in my head

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