This fire

harbour this fire
wrapped in down
(wrapped in niceties and pillow talk)
while stray embers
burn
restless ,still


i think of little else
but of the
comforts in containment
of how
to consciously keep from
wanting them

this time,
of course
we know of
hidden valleys
behind the hill tops
This Time,
it knows as-well
it knows of the come and gone's
of here and the now's
that pass as swiftly as
they appear
these thrills
they know
they know of their unrest
just as we
we know them
too well
not to bear them



In the past there have been reasons
to brave these kinds of falls

to seek out intimacy with wrong
to fraternized,to familiarized
with hurt


what can be said
now
after love after love
sits in tin boxes
after nights have been spent looking for the weight
in short stories
caught between wanting and letting go
somehow still wanting a burden to bear
while we collect while we hoard choice after choice
choices with threads run loose
threads left
to
grasp at every turn