No reason to explain our reason’s
details: truth remembers more
than you, or my lost vows, past
the fissured surface’s skin, into
substrate’s fractured fault lines.
She waits with patience to shift
violently away at once; even before,
my first tongued tremors play along
the length of your taut skin.
Such tensions tune themselves
in key to your determined wants,
driving you deeper to mine
the resonant scraps in my heart.
I stand across your divisions, and wait
for time’s breach to tumble us together.
(October 12, 2014)
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