cross my path

cross my path

look you're younger and self

protective self

aware i see it

running into my mind again

but it passes

through a window on a bus

somewhat searching and maybe shy

or maybe she

confused things

and that's the new look

apparently

breakup came into fashion

i knew those designs

my eyeglasses blocked out the faces

the public crying continued for months

but listen, these verbs have tensed into past

muscles clenched then finally

relaxed, sitting calm

in the lower abdomen, the lower spine

all unattached & gratefully deep

i fumble

this is the real deal the ready vein tapped and sturdy

an open palm an open tree

crosshairs, my heart

wish to know you slowly through

songs or silences but

it's true, i'm enamored

with my strange powerful sensual self

we have no arrangements

that we know of

12.26.11