Poem 30

[The Subtle-poet]

Laughing and full of passion

was our talk

But I dont belong here nor there


Your hand crosses oceans of time to haunt me

& I dont belong here or there


Before the sun comes up

& we leave this empty house

into the cold morning

we sand and laughed & danced

before the sun was out

before the cold light

In this pillowed vesel

I dont belong here or there

or anywhere

where you had me you had me
& where I had you ; I had you

and it'll never be the same again

Those echoes and effusions
is all will ever have

echoing in that empty kitchen