A Break in the Madness

See, I had to start this by telling you
that a pointy black cloud seems to choke all
tender things around me. And if I fall
prey to the loose ends of my life, telling you
for now holds all at bay. In showing you
how these things in my life are dissolving,
when our skins press, instantly absolving
thought for its weight, I could be showing you

how I forgive my own separateness
by this knowledge of you -- the only thought
remaining -- fluttering through a warm mist
of an instant, loving the tidiness
of our satisfaction -- not even sought.
And dear, how your eyes shiver when kissed!

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