136–Embarking

my poet friend writes of fear of dying
or is it just that anxiety you get when
you’re about to embark on a strange
journey completely alone your lover
remaining on her side of the bed and
you floating maybe wandering universes
adventures are hard to love before
you get there and with no one to
share it with you may cringe at being so alone
a peace may enfold
you and then that hug that is not
only your lovers but as big as
the ring of Jupiter’s orbit you
let go again as in nightly sleep
but this time you know you will
not wake up in your familiar bed
will not spoon the warm body
of your familiar but in that last
moment you need no spoon
every longing calling you
out beyond all borders to home
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