in front of a flood.

kissed closed the envelope
slick residue all beneath
whom he'd give this to
another session of acupuncture
a second escaped the coveted lips
the waking life
that always insists existence
otherwise.
otherwise.
otherlives.
different mothers
different eyes
can jump canyons,
mark themselves suitors
and whisper secrets through closed mouths
a finger to the sky.

if only the holding
did not require end
there'd be no more questions
to worry to be in
just limbs full of body
jasmine and honeysuckle insides
warm for the fitting
warm for the light.

(i believe in magic)
(if you do it just right)
(something out of nothing)
(hope without a chance)

cast loose the vigil
candle in the window
he's coming home again.