morning stretch – a poem

morning stretch – a poem

there are 28 people reading love poems on the web
right now
i know
because they are reading mine
captured in my universe
of desire and despair
words as wounds and weapons
casting about
for a net
both to break my fall
and to reel in a catch
this broadcasting of love letters
has worked
once
and the joy that ensued was intoxiating
but slipped from my fingers
like quicksilver
or mercury
magical yet poisonous
i can still feel
the traces of lead
deep in my veins
in dark parts of my heart muscle
as she had never fully let go
or maybe it’s me
not willing to give up
a dream
that spaned coasts
and countries
and tightness of the fit
between us
i was less of a man then
having taken in her active regimen
and learned to cook side by side
as a celebration
there is no celebration
at this moment
except for the readers
and my hope
that she is out there somewhere
and loves poetry
and
a
poet

10-20-18

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