Did You Get What You Needed from Her
or was it not like that, the way she came together. There are lessons or at least one letter, left of consonantal divide where two tongues once straddled split. If there is a place and time where we were right you can press your palm to my stomach, you can look at me from night cheek; I bend away to shut the window. This is love, or at least something to fill the space between eyes and words. What else can we make, besides whispers of tune for tomorrow?