I thought I found loving you long ago
But tonight wary I crawl
To your bed
My bed
With a wine-stained mouth and shaking hands
The sounds of creaking door hinges
Hang in the still blue air
And the dunes of your
Shoulder blades call to me
Your sleep soaked voice murmurs my name
As I trace the moonlit ridge
Of your spine
Moving mountains of blankets
To reach obscured skin
Tonight I learned loving you is knowing
You’re leaving me
But clinging to your
Almost absence
With broken fingers and a dry mouth
Seattle, 2017
(Photo by Eric Toennis)