What Matters
music: Spiegle Im Spiegle by Arvo Pรคrt
on
a lawn
we
sit across from one another
in
conversation
veiled
by circumstance
the
scent
of
fresh-cut grass and your skin
rid
the well of tedium
and
half-truths
as behind you
a summer moon
arcs it’s way
to a distant tomorrow
in
these moments
i
am struck by the essentials
it’s
not the thought
of
the small of your back
though
it does confound me
nor is it the delicate
steel
in your gaze
where
when it’s true
i feel strong
it
isn’t the memory of your body
rising
at the hint of my breath
it can’t merely be
the silhouette of your
bareness
during nights with you
in soft light
though, at times,
it is
no
what
matters
are
the lines in your face
which
speak of things
you
can and cannot say
it is that you
understand
losing everything
still means
you can always lose a
little more
it
is the fresh wind of your voice
which
blows through my hands
mostly,
it
is that
although
we are born here
and
we’ll die here,
you still feel
the sweet ache of
things
we’ve never wanted
so badly
© 2013 Champsteen Publishing
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