An August night

sleep overtakes

 

I’m drugged

with truth:

 

morning rises

wise and grey

 

between us

worlds

 

dark matter

spins,

 

potentate.

 

Death,

the verb:

 

like birth

 

it hurts,

body loathes

 

to leave.

 

Heart gives

one more

 

beat, for all

the loves

 

we’ve lived

hover in

 

perpetual

present.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gulls screech,

like dinosaurs:

 

4 am, no sleep

sky hung with

 

grey wisps.

It rains.

 

We spoke

again today

 

far away,

so near

 

it hurts.

 

Love stings

resurrected

 

unearthed

like Lazarus

 

it lives.

 

I pushed

you obliged

 

now here

we are

 

no stardust

in our eyes

 

still unsure

of how to live

 

this

‘love thing’.