The weight against
my left arm;
the calm;
deliquesce into dreams,
& all other words that can never reach
across the distance between us:
return,
return to me,
don’t
leave, don’t
leave
only empties,
& drained memories
of masochistic anarchy,
romantic naivety &
a weight lacking against the left:
how can I dream of anything without
human heat beside me,
beneath
the bed sheets & between
transcendent moments of butterfly wing
flickering eyelids unfurling
into the purity of attention
beyond
the iris reflection?