Just as it always was, that’s how it is
Before you came I didn’t know you, or dream of you
Now that has changed
June and July, never months of joy
Or sweetness, more like months of drudgery and grind
Midway to winter’s sallow end and
Ploughing the flurry of some imagined deep regret
Welcome now, the elongated night, the dark
Flowering of some vague shadow of delight
Xylocaine, years past
Just masked some groaning ache beyond
Understanding
Incipient since birth
Hidden in a manic disarray
For indigence, barricades – labyrinthine –
Now jerking, heaving, redrafts love with smack, feral, that
Nebulous facade of spike on spike and cutting kit
Beleaguered
Collapsing inward
Surer than eggs are eggs
Just when all seems possible and rancid
Exegesis kicks in
Heroic
Fluid
Transcendent, and the
Perception is that this is
Neonatal, like some journey down the death canal
Vindicated in no short order
Distant that light at the end seems, but
Impervious to this new love I’ve found
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