Sometimes I let you go
Mid air
To push the breath straight through us.

Sometimes I let you
Stumble
bone deep
Into my waiting
Arms

Sometimes I let
Your poems
Take oars
crash the waves
Against my pillows
Stacked high against the
Screaming sun

Sometimes I
Divided by 2
Equals you

Sometimes
The dream of night
Switches the light
Of when
we soaked weak resolve
To take home within our skin
And a mirror alone
Shines your reflection again
Your still gaze
Eyes devouring
The feast
We could both suddenly taste
With that face
And the question now
If I should have fallen
Headfirst
Into your well.

Sometimes I let
the guide arise
From inside
Warm rushes
Wash over my
Barefoot shoreline
Bittersweet

Sometimes I let you
Linger
A hung clothesline
Fluttering languidly
In my thoughts
Capturing that moment’s
Souvenir
On stubborn wings
Breaking
The Secret
The Thrill
Of what May have been

Sometimes I let you go
Releasing this remembrance
Of us
But today is not that day.