Enraptured in the Ease of Octopus
Afternoons
Thursday nights and Sunday
afternoons
These expanses of time to
prove
And ease places that these
mixes can embrace
A surety that supersedes
ingratitude
That saccharine of time, of
surfeit lines
So compacted into a
beginning, this intensity of living
That this emulsifying
solution of faith and doubt
Can somehow come out clean
In these weeks spun sugar
into straw of months
Into golden years of joys
employed like bolted wires
Tension endured and fibrin
fibers clotting this blood
To heal these scars of
inevitable intermittent dissonance
These ears pray to resolve in
adult overtones and find a home
That is not subject to
foreclosure of overextended exposure
To the same face, the same
lines, the same words and more time
Than we know how to handle
like overflowing oceans
Flooding a beach that seemed
so serene even in the cloudless moments
Before the category five was
swarming in like a hive of wasps
Pouncing on the pause between
complacency and love
Created a space to shove in
assumptions and boot out that margin for error
Always assumed would be there
fostered in those nights
Bonding these wires and
fibers of life enraptured in the foundation
To survive these times, and
with you I hope and with her I felt
A suicide in the night, a
betrayal in the broadest light
Staring into the sun and
these burnt pupils, the dark circular aperture
In the center of it all, to
let go and live blindly in this orchard
To eat these grapes and grow
this wine and drink the byproduct of all this time
These years wrapped and
bottled in age, to apply labels
And felicity with choreography
of knowing the steps you and I will take
The plans like an unspoken
numbered system founded without pause
That I can swap the order of
these feet and you will not run
This comfort like an octopus
of eight-thousand arms wrapping me
Pulling me down into this
deepest sea of waters I have always hoped to find
A Shangri la of rapture, not
captured, but encompassed
In that every direction of
desire points the needle to you
This life a part from all
those sun pierced days living with you at the end of this maze
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