a little light

clouds as teeth

against your blue

shaping into sweet supple nothings

that have milked everything

from my bite

except for you staying solid

and untouched by the allure

of flight in the sky

as a baby unaware it was born

without wings

*

time between us

old lovers

fumbling wrinkles and curves

unwanted through wanting each other

after years of not

and too much pain and suffering

and us

pained suffered

and timed to other things

beyond between besides us

*

life is the heaviest

weight

though death does shoulder

the earth

and too much living

*

the most frightful thing

is not that we’ll talk again

after it all

but that we won’t