Fragments for jane

First of all: 

moments

after moments; lisping to light

app -

        lause

Heart (Mind) Mouth (More)

To light applause

As when in a theatre

Curtains close and players

Exit stage right, leaving

The dark alone with itself.

So we were

with ourselves

In an empty place…

filled. 

Second, I know some people find country homes. 

Some people find homes in country; 

The manor walls and paper curtains

Are the boundaries from in / out

Near / Far

Lost / Met

Absent / All else

This disease of matter breaking 

Spirit from spirit

By brick and walk and wall. 

As I am and You are

for this moment

exiled. 

But such is my longing, 

So real and relevant and reasoned

That I spend hours paging

Travel guides, memoirs, and maps

Learning the sectors

haunts

hideaways

free alleys

passages

Adopt as my own

Know at a distance

what distance bars. 

You.

And I revel in (you)

The misty maybe (your) 

Overtaking my mind (you are)

To please the eye (

thereyouarethereyouarethereyouare

)

Third. 

Remember please your chosen youthful thoughts,

Those before must

Thoughts from when 

For days at a time

One could live as

Monolith

Monster

Sailor 

Kin

And be their skin imagined whole. 

From there

think on Now. 

Now:    The miser

The pale

The cost

The jail… 

Now with its many hands

Binding our minutes 

one-by-one

To foreign figures 

And

Rushing trains

And–

Binding without the pleasure of feeling

who binds us

who bends us 

to other plans. 

Think on now, 

With its weight

Its orbit

Its poles as steady as

Sunday and final notices

Its rules at fault for fate. 

How kept we are. 

How patterned and formed and craned and collared and whatever comes next. 

Now. 

Into this clockwork repetition

We disappear

dissolve

resign.

disappear

dissolve

resign

I think then on our sinking in. 

Our skin, our eves, our softest pet,

Our mouth on mouth, our fingered spine,

Your ripeness deep, my fullest depth, 

Our breathing shared, our eager groans,

Our torrid words, our gasps and moans,

Our then and now and now and then

Our middle hour and minutes when

We disappeared

to wonder’s bid

and pleasure’s grace

And broke the binds to neither place.

Think on this Now.

Where we two were when…

Remember please your youthful thoughts

That like the herds moved as one across

The beaten fields and greater ground

Their hooves and breath a magic sound.

Remember this, our freedom’s sway,

Our soaring sighs and deeper days, 

Where when we two, entwined by forces,

Have moved in love

like an orchestra of horses.