Peeking white beyond the blackness
Of your glistening hair
I never saw you naked.
Breasts hanging low,
Back turned cruelly with burdens
Your sarcastic smile never seemed to waver.
I drank alone at the bar too often.
I wanted to remember what we did
When night lingered far away.
Beneath the watery moon,
With its substantial lack of illumination,
Is where your memory resides.
I want to know you in dusk; in
Afternoon light, filled with the last kiss of warmth that
Pools cleanly upon my front porch.
You will see something different in me.
I could bore you with my
Simplicity.
And perhaps that is why the distance never changes.
It stays between us.
I sleep in the hours
Where we used to dance.
I wake now when we went to rest.
I guess afternoons have grown too difficult to traverse.
