lovers, no.2
abbreviated love

lovers, and little vertigoes
and i've been living in the past
it's somehow been recorded
for me to endlessly rerun

some times i stop, abrupt
mesmerized, and stand
thinking of days, hard-edged hours
holding fast in some old embrace

lovers, and how i've failed them
thinking kisses were enough
that roses and moonlight
my gentle hand, were enough

this was a bargain that found me
unprepared, watching life
make its sputtering loops
transfigured as a child

lovers, and my ravenous
obsessions