tasselskirtsabacustrapezereddawn

I
Let me think
Have ever our
Eyes met and
Some ethereal
Music came on
The tv or any
Machine that
Was playing
so oblivious
of us yet
so swayed by
the moment

II
Of course between
The lines you have
Drawn your line
And now count to
Make four out of
Twice two though
I wonder why
Clutching the sheet
You tear through
the corridor is it
the careless me
or the careless you

III
maybe if
you spoke
to me as
you were
falling free
through
the dome
that’s when
you could
be calm
enough to
see that we
are in air
long enough and
moreover
you have dived
with me
I haven’t
dived alone

IV
This desperation does not
Sit well with the spirit
Of upbringing wherein
The peasant whets the scythe
With revolution in air