Not to Get Over but Rather to Live With


Sit with me then and in a quiet voice

tell me everything—every thing, every

feeling and every imagining, and if you can’t tell

me all, tell me what slivers you can

and I will listen with all the ears of my heart

and will hold you with the dark of my skin

and the yes in my eyes will reach toward you

and fill in what is unspoken. I would escape

with you in these gaps between what we say

and what we intend. Do I frighten you when

I am close? You startle and I want to soothe

the alarm till your gaze is gauze and soft.

Some days life’s garment has lead in its hems

and the weight makes each step desultory.

Some days the starlings refuse to fly and the sky

seems barren and the blood feels thin.

Let’s begin again. And again. Come sit with me then

and in a quiet voice tell me everything. Let the great night

swallow us whole. Let the great night enter the room

and erase whatever we fear—I love you, I love you,

it’s not enough. I love you, each inch of your body,

each scintilla, each cell, each dream. I love you. I love you.

I walk toward you all day on this bridge that we build with each breath.

I love you. I love you. I’m walking toward you. I love you.

I’m here. Now sleep.

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