"and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you"

March 22 2010
Fear is the way your love dies
Choking like a necklace, too tight
A mask of false emotion
Grayscale on the red

But I can surface if I want
If the tide is not too heavy
I can break the filmy connection
Between water and sky

There is love
Trembling at the corners of each scene
If it evades, I can still seek
To wrap its hope-warm hands around my waist

I am not lost
I am hidden, a little, like thin dust under a rug
I am there, hibernating
Indomitable.

My love can be stretched
Worn in places, in places almost destroyed
But the almost keeps me anchored
The almost holds on to me, like a thread tied to my finger

I won’t let go, if you won’t.