quiver

spun up the wires,
collected what constricted this body
for so long
movement eased and i was able to reach
out
and hold on to the extremities of somone
who melted, the way i do when they are near.

arriving & arriving

spread lengthwise
across the bed
turning off and on and off, endlessly,
this sleep
to see where,
that,
you and i are,
and still,
happening and define
a line
where the dreams and we meet

working

this morning i am freezing,
the way you were.

i know sometimes i say the wrong things,
and i worry too much you're over me
and i have had more than a few
dreams of you, and i tangled together
in the morning, rising early
to brush each others teeth
for our new day in.

when you left, i could not keep from shaking,
like coming down off something serious,
and it continues despite the days that are between
our first day and now, whenever i think of your return.

there is still a full week ahead, and only four days behind
i can't stop wishing i was there, or you were home,
or i could just sleep through this and wake to you,
on the edge of my bed again, folded like sheets
or an ampersand i only want to place between our names
as my only thought these days are of how i feel that much better
next to you.

simon

he knew what lay before him
for centuries, his ancestors
carried this
so now he must
traditionally armed and stone faced
he jumped the moat
extinguishing candles and undead
never to fall, never to waver
the evil ahead of him,
immoratal as it is,
must end, if only for his lifetime