i prefer never to share my soul
the body is enough for most and
the telling of our deaths even
in the most obscure of dreams
taunts me - molasses, or syrup a
slow decline or incline to escape
you never die you say - i say i do
and each time a new realm appears
recall the time on the northeast
now
far south, a skip and two hour trip
to the gulf - i wonder if i can encounter
the you at a moment when i can
go -
under
stand
our
love
