what is

the story of what should be
i understand, quite clearly
is not my call

there is no
"should be"
or
"would be"
or, "could be"
there simply,
is

i take chance in stride
forgetting the preposterous
idea of
deities and
monuments

in my own hands, i try

my heart is an anachronism
steady flow turned to
sharp
sync-

opa-

tion

(the damage is done)



i try to salvage whatever i can
to
avoid this argument

kiss me now
keep from disagreement
kiss me now
words may be fatal
kiss
me
now


in our own terms
we deflect the obvious
our differences
are a
transparency,
a latency
ready and waiting

my affection for you
is true
but cowers
to
disagreements which
deliver
unwelcome
flashbacks

i am truly fearful of
what is to come
if we continue on this way

this love grows weary of despondence



the story of what is
i understand, quite clearly
is
our
call