~ Appearance…Disappearance… ~

“Tell me our story,” you would say. “Make it myth

and make it real.” While we curled around each other,

around darkness, where

I cover my face when rain is not enough. Even as you cast

yourself as just one character, passing

through – you have been most-loved, most

difficult to describe. I say night, over

and over – night, night, and

night. And tall grass, fur and bone, smooth eyes

gliding surfaces without resting becomes

night again. A window to hold back

constellations, a candle to watch

one another. Tremor your kiss, and shiver,

every night since the first has been a test

of resolve, of deepest

carelessness. Anyone, I was

impermanent, smitten with your hands

and loveliness you wrung out

of me, never cried that hard, smiled

so yes. Still drunk when you told me

you loved me, last time