PERHAPS, YET LEARN TO DANCE
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Although each person is confused
distressed, like a lightbulb or a shoe all the polish or sizzled filaments can not dim or hide our unique blessing once innocent vocal and wide-eyed At the garden, over twig tea carp fins rake the surface with a fan of color reminding me irrevocably of the pattern on the wall of broken eggs yolk and albumen running clear and free on the old debris of tongue and groove enamel shells declamation and denial the unborn, uneaten from farce to finale damp dots on what you see Art to cover all the places my heart gorging with extra feelings must linger like a patient in the asylum of love staring at the ceiling Find my ways to crush a thousand now useless feelings Like an editor of my own life I erase phone messages of months saved like a schoolgirl for each honey of love Perhaps I can say these things without the chokers or the ring double or solitaire imported from anywhere A gypsy shutter shielded me from acknowledging the fragility I knew at a glance all I know now when we couldn't dance not in the way you cringe to think but in a tarantino of trust that frees the whole of us So many cues are there parading in my shorn hair Like a songstress at the beach the natural match beyond an angel's reach beneath the sudsy scalp are the memories and prides friends chidings can not deny That I loved love, love you for a thousand reasons I will never hide in ways that surprised even me who reached beyond all rational hesitancy Because I knew the kind of laughter we would make without cue without fake anything from mind and heat and cock and sky I'm glad the last picture of us is under a canopy of morning cloud light you describe as always a little better in our imagination Right now we are where we belong healing our private wounds listening to a sonata of Sunday rain learning to ignore the pain drinking elixir of regret for what we can not beget ruminating on the satisfactions of how we did touch and feel something time will never heal Ti Voglia Bene |