I.
By end
Of this kiss
He was
Memory already
The curve of
His neck
As morning
Closed around
Gossamer between
A nobody
And the evening news
II.
The sound of
His wristwatch
Was thudding as loud
As arterial sirens
And gathering crowd
He said
Call my mother
Tell her where
I am
That street
Has been resurfaced
Now three times
Since then
III.
He still feels
Y' know
From that position
Strewn
As he watches you
Hose him
Casually
Finally
Away
IV.
Love is lost
On those about
To die
For love requires
Breath and
Touch and
A fire
That in their passing
Our dead
Thereby bequeath
© Brendan Bonsack
August 2013