(a little transfixed after midnight)

The sun begins and ends
with you.

This cool meltdown,
dripping its watery ink,
melting in your profile --
disorder distinct.

I am accepted into
your warm, grey
shelter.

Many times like these,
it seems,
break my heart
to dream,

Lyrical

No words can embrace
this understanding
this wait is still
far too demanding

Watch for an ancient train
that won't go off
the rails
but can't stay in the lane

How much do I pray
in private pain
I need a warm body