for L
This morning, waking up, I’d forgotten
how yesterday we dug a ditch between us.
I was walking to your door, when I almost fell in it.
Already it’s become a canyon, deepened
by forces I don’t understand. There are rapids
swirling in the bottom, and I don’t know how
to make it across. Can you hear me on this side
calling your name? In the eroded cliff walls,
I read the record of all that’s been lost.
I wonder how much farther down
the canyon floor might go, wonder how
we’ll ever build a bridge. Or learn to fly.
Marvelous explanation of how love actually works! I did not realize that hummingbirds are involved….I had actually already figured out that lip-seeking is part of it, the way you said it is a delight
Ha, thanks!
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…And to think I heard about this love stuff from an early explanation about the “hummingbirds and the bees.” Somehow my parents’ version was a lot more sordid than this :>)
First there was a teensy rift between us. Now, the chasm exacerbates. It plummets deeper and deeper, trying to record all that’s been lost between us.