I Would No More

I Would No More I cannot sleep, and perhaps I'm weary. But I will not dream and chance I might somehow shift, the blinding grace of this day. I would no more alter this beautiful man then change my beautiful mind. I would not send this man, this moment- onto the woeful way without me. And I will not risk these open eyes to only to find in the spaces between one days dressing - all of the ceaseless hours thrown casually to the floor like last nights silver gown- in that one speck in time where I cannot see the freckled hollows (I will not risk it, I cannot risk it) of your shoulders and the subtle rhythm of your chest. A day that is not locked in this very now as I cannot lose you by a pause or a nod. I cannot. I will not rest my mind and find when I've returned you've gone on ahead without me and and I cannot breathe, I will not breathe for if I do I might breathe out some of us, I might breathe out some of you Holding my breathe, holding my faith- Pulchritudinous Dire thirst, Digestion of you. 7/17/14