September Bends

 September Bends

Heart says white. Head says black and

All you really want is to touch it all

In a smear of the hand and make a bunch of gray

Colors collide and veins and synapses are taking sides

Opposed and on the roads to nowhere near home

Divided and to the sides of logic and love

With a forge for sacrifice to weld metal and plug

Up the holes of this helm with water barreling the bells

In the tower ringing seven stories high and told

Of where is the feeling that was kept in the hold

Shipwrecked and absent and ropes stretched and fish nets

Overflowing on port-side and vapidly empty on starboard

Dipping and flying, drinking and crying, in and out

Defend the oncoming route of these harbors

And see you comet tailed and star streaking

Above me like a love aged out bleeding

In light years and lunar eclipses into nadirs

Of knowing that maybe you are coming and maybe you are going

Of why this is no or why this is yes, and all of my head splits my heart

To confess, that at the end of midnights grin

I want you, I want you in the arms of the stern

Healthy and proximate to embrace the sway of all of this posturing

Concerns for the burning in the fire pit off a wooden ship

Logic abandoned and grant me your hand in

I will cut the ropes to the mast to the crow’s nest and pass

The night sky and ride up a moon beam and emote like a catapult

Of all that is let go to find a partner to hold you knowing

The rest are all just satellites