copula

and a conjunction desires a place
to stand between the now of this
and the absence which came before
and continues nevertheless unabated
like traffic on a Tennessee turnpike
a flow of intertwined moments
and coincidences linked in you
like a fine mesh chain draped
across your lover’s bare neck
and yet we hold tight in our belief
that something had to have led us
here and still waits to show us a way
and so the moment we are evaporates
like the desire for a detached and

(October 2012)

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