forty-six

pulling twine and twisting sheets
lost in dreams that aren't quite real
bend to kiss and wake alone
life, it greets us in morning
with tearing tangibility
to rip us from sleep

still, your presence finds me here
every part of you that i can't touch
it's an abstracted memory now
a memory that tumbles its way into this
i face it, cold, like the mirror that shows too much
clawing, closing my eyes and
it remains

i dig deep into this subtle conciousness
bits of beauty falling in with all the rest
the tree, from a distance, sky and field
colors bleeding, formless, timeless,
worldless
cold sun, still wind, rain that falls and leaves no trace
everything you cannot feel
everything you're trying to touch
all the dreams you can't remember
upon waking