Love Poem: For Alison

[maxmovesfreely]

Our love began with recognition.
Hope was present, born from the
nutrients and substance of your
language.
I came to you from the ocean,
long weary and carrying a
ruined heart. What I'd known
of love was forgetting. What
I had for giving was more
than all nothing while
the lean of your acquaintance
was the comfort of newness.

I came from the ocean
stripped of belongings.
A colossal longing, turning
on uncertain feet, a
spectacle of insecurity, to
fall asleep on a bed of
circumstance. To undress
you and to be undressed --
to sleep with the bandit
of indecision. What we
lost was consideration.

Consider the city all around
us with things that were hard.
Consider the girl I had to meet
with open arms amongst machinery
and schedules. Consider that we
had not been the soldiers of
trust, yet were lain out on
the corpse-field of love.

The failure, my features
fell from my lips upon you.
I remember a night of cold
gestures. I remember you restless
in the dark forming tears. In the
dark aesthetic of my indifference
I let slip a pure gem -- and maybe
your heart was lost to me then.
Nothing right can follow. I
Cannot assume a pose of
compassion, trailing these
memories in dust and time,
only an imperfect past.

What story lays sprawled
on this table - lays open
to any eyes that judge -
Alone to these and apart,
my love for you lives - its
life is like ours - not a trail
of ascension or spring with
its flower sprouts - more of
something human and real -
my love for you, still and
somber and above these, true.