when you’re lucky enough to be in love
with serious people worth
being serious about – the kind who take from
as much as they give to, and who live life as big
as it should – then everything you edit, about the
everything which that living thrives into and out of,
clearly becomes another thing
to be lost and then once more won, as a settled old
score but never a scar.
and so being with you is the are i now want to be:
really can’t you see …?
or must i, as mad writer, spell out every step
of the next stage
of this story
we will live together, if – still! – you do want me …