Gravity

Consider for a moment—
just a breath or two—
breaking your silence in order
to place your ear
near the center of my chest
and finding the way
to speak to my loneliness.

She is desperate and anxiously waiting
for word of your return
or death—
whichever comes first
is equally appealing.

In the meantime, the taste of rusting iron
on my tongue will not wash away
with the salty rain
and these metal shards have lodged
this coppery banquet,
like fillings in my slowly decaying mouth,
until my head aches
and flashes with silver explosions
until I can no longer stand
the idea of your brilliance
or brown and golden eyes.

Consider forgiving me
for loving you unconditionally.
I know that burden
must be heavy with the responsibility of joy.
Few I have met can balance such a heavenly light
in the small container of the body
without spilling the ego—blood-red
and staining everything it touches.

You are awake in my mind each night
as I hand you the many stones
making up this love affair.
Smooth and round. . .Flat and long.
Pocked with so much heat and longing to weigh us down.
Here I have confidence you have pre-meditated patience
to find the steady place--fulcrum for these outstretched souls
to find the way gravity makes us stronger together.