I have given you everything, and the roundish
Orbit, the way you turn your head, is what
We take for granted. We breathe out the afternoon,
We breathe summer’s pulsing hours, and what
You leave me with is the rain filled with night.
The moon against these innocuous sidewalks,
The traces of collision and torch, the color
Of that shirt you wore, come crashing into play.
On our tongues, the hysterical intimidation
Of a temporal heart, the varicose fences we have
Yet to climb. The singular freedom we know
Beyond dusk showers us like hunters shower
Bullets on the Canadian geese. You have sweetly
Chosen the acid bone. I can tell you know about it.