LET'S SAY SOMETHING

this pin in the inkblot 
has my name, but your features.
i reach behind me to sing
and the noise that gathers
has no voice, other than 
Sirens, breathing.
we lurch to the advance.
but we cascade to the low point
of why I love you....
then sink below -
Why, You might Love me ?
if you take into account
how many words
were spoken....

then you account
for the silence between
Prayers...

and the 
Love we 
choke 
on ?

till we burst...

II

i was one of those things that had no hands.
then I loved " someone " and the moving dart
of rain came down to the center of my drooling loss-
where the heart of my campaign...
still had your name... and a headful of steam
for the Doldrums and the Illness
of loving completely.  

III

Tomorrow is no curse
if I am finding you
at last
like a blind search.
the first thing
a revelation
that Life is 
Real -and not
rehearsed

IV

and the next - thing
a simple clarity
that  we
Are.

as you seek from a dream 
that you kill. ~ to sustain
the very wants
that you
Will.

but you won't.
but you 
want.