you, in the heart
of the world, were
untouchably cast
to its roll. Still, i
found you waiting
as if you would love
you if you were me

caught shadows of your face
seeking among unproven
aspects of relationship
which let it drift past

what history had in mind²

for it, alit with intent
on this hiding process,
i may (¿i?) have followed
through some sense with you

hands

hasn't she yet seen forms
of our patience holding
the drift of dreams? will
this message deliver her

peering ever more closely
at shades of us waiting?
were she near enough again
she'd murmur like magic,
chemistry, or any choice
inspired expansive imagery
from trackless memory, paced

i wait, she waits, one knowing
the paths i haven't traced
in her mind without touch
could move her like fate
had hands like mine.

reaching

breaching (through the real
on what abides in heart
found love within again)

felt judgement's danger
as the pain of love, resounds
down an age of memory there

(would i say, don't go?
no, it could bring you
back to earth with me)

(would i say, come also?
no, it could give you your
freedom to be let be)

ah me, it's lonely here,
but i can call a vision
that i have felt with you

unspun

how long can be spent
on the ridges between
the ever valleyed mountains
not wanting, to forget
the feelings below and felt
above the place you are

it's true, all longing spent
there now seems better
than the consummate plunge
or the coldly definitive climb
as you stand waiting

for the wind to point
its desire and move, you're
(there are ants far below
and gnats swirling above
and you must let them be)

recalling human whirls now
knowing how fast you moved
around them as they stood
statuesque and still raising
a hand of invitation

you didn't arrive with me
those days i felt you
might someday form
out of clearer blue,
call because you are
weary knowing never
so misunderstood

wonder in its how you
look from what you've kept
held away from another
who'd not hurt your soul
like that wary disbelief
of being in fallen love with
who won't know your grasp

for one other

your hand dangles
between shall i's moved
sense it was always
this kind of you
that moved, no matter
drops slips rises

(touch touch won't you
dangling between
shall i unseen
touch touch didn't i)

for one other aren't i,
moved unseen one
other sensed always
no matter drops
slips rises aches
for no other your
drops slips aches, me?