love

i barely remember
in the hall of heartless bliss
where we lost our machinery
and just wondered about life's light knocking
as something between us
beat the same in our separate breasts.

we used to know the oriole
as he'd make small leaps amid the branches
that our eyes shared in glances made askance
from the robin on the roof
and the sighs coming from the radio
while we fought off the weight of our individual debasements
just to speak the words of love amid a glowing night
hidden from a hideous star
that only showed old scars
when the dark crested our shapes
into who we were supposed to be,
hidden but alive and brave there in our blindness
while the moon wrestled for prominence from the stars
and you told me only
"shhh."

i'd never decide,
no, not ever
knowing you had lips more beautiful
than daytime mountains and the entire stupid geography of the Earth
that must have been there only
for you to shine in nightfall, as we slid amid the dress of the dark
moving with curves through out the black sand of the end.

and i'd say only
we made it, we made it
listening to stupid punk rock
or dancing in a tiled kitchen
which had just been swept
and you there, laughing
I really wonder now but in fact I don't
where magic comes from
since I halfway decided that it must have been your laugh
that sparked that concept into existence
but not set against the days that seemed humurously cursed by happiness
as if you and I were King and Queen of absolutely nothing
but that moment cradled there by the negative space
our forms made as we moved facing each other for the rose, for the love letter, for the quick taste of chocolates
while the neighbors made furtive glances and we just howled with laughter
crying at the idiots, telling them
only keep for yourselves what you don't want
since the rest belongs to joy