(Potential)'/The Hours Dissolve (Valentine's Day Poetry)

I often imagine

(no hesitance in this

thin cotton cocoon)

That the snickering of gravel

Is your voice carried on the wind

That your name

(whispered among the

buzzingceaseless

cicadas humming

everreadycrickets)

Is a page torn from

My journal and

(I have never

written a thing in it)

I just have to find

What I used to be

In ink on the paper

(an iridescence)

Maybe you are the

(luminescent staff)

heart that beats

beneath this parchment

(thewindinthecurtains)

A glass cathedral

(standing only in memory)

Tangled into sheen

Among the copper wires

(mustyoubreathe)

As I breathe while you breathe,

Is there not a connection?
(a spider’s sleek thread,

spinning slumber into nostalgia)

Is Arachne weaving us together?

Or has Cassandra torn us apart

Before we can do it ourselves?

Love is

(breathingwithyou

beingwithout)

(allofmyeverything)

nothing I can’t wait for.

(time will

tick

me

away) into the

lifestream i

dissolve

and your bones will become my bones

and your ears will hear what I have heard

and I will tie your soul around my wrist

and know what it means to float into eternity

there will be no

fanfare of trumpets only the

swelling of strings the

ringing of echo of silence

time will take

my eyes and replace them with

rose petals

time will pick

its steady way through the

patches of light on your skin

time will allow

me to begin

breathe

turn

an unfinished thought—