wide warmth. -- your palms surrendered -- still lingers on the other side of my neck
against which I sense breath and urge to combine yourself with me
you’re not here but it’s a comfort to remember that you were
on a bridge covered with silence
in the maze of another-night
I liberate you.
and watch you sway through memories, sealed, dense projected high -- far too high in the air, in the years sore. feral. umbilical. haze. exhaled. encapsulated. from my torture hoisting fear and even quieter -- silence
that apathetic wind scatters then filters -- me
but will you turn or be burned watch forever the light in this hand.
attached to a vertical river with strong engulfing, sharp currents attached to pain, deep breathing pain attached to need pulsating in the rhythm of regret induced, ingested yearn--ing heartfelt echoes drawn through in epilogues.