Exist

 

Exist

Seasons will be new, and we must find ourselves
apart. Darling, you arrived bright
with warnings of danger and abridgement. On
the fourth day you dictated sacred tales
of cold caves and restless seas – pray
the wind be still, as I flounder lonely as a kite.

Pray these dark clouds be still as I hide
behind enemy lines. At the time your voice
was pure music, from moans of thunder to
stolen notes from songbirds. On nights
when my passions grew devout, I crowed
while you labored. Although we never

acknowledged the constant fragility of being,
I wonder if the earth had much to say. I am
drunk, swamped with leisurely truths and immediate lies.
With your knee on my chest and your fist at my
throat, I see plainly that the earth aches. Whenever
you shatter, I lament that I am the reason you exist.