separation

Her eyes are head wounds.

I must kiss them closed.

Time is white water

and we are a dry canoe.

His eyes blow darts

through mine and tranquilize

the brain-spot where 

love used to live.

I will buy a tow truck

large enough

to drive all of her pennies

to the wishing well.

I am growing older

and I’ve been watering

the garden for years.

Still no dreams have sprouted.

Her gazes swim 

around mine like small fish,

Moments of contact 

are glass panes

forming and shattering.

The clock 

should surely

have spun more

than that.

Every moment 

is an eternity.

Every year

a flicker.

The winding cobblestone

path down the road

is tempting as a galaxy

with as many constellations.

Words

do not

work.

I will wear

the skin

of horizons.

Reviews

[Sydney]

"Her gazes swim
around mine like small fish"
That line gave me butterflies.
The strain of emotions in this is enticing. You can feel the tension - almost a longing. So somber, beautifully composed with chilling imagery.

[Anthony J]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it