…because. A 12 x 9 x 2. ♥
Either Side of Silver
Our words tangled over the distance, after they
provided the set-up and we tried to deliver
the punchline, but the joke was on us: distances
aren’t bridged with slippery things like will. What I loved
in those wintry days was the mere thought of you, and
your laughter, curled up in my imagination,
your keystrokes composing a crisp sarabande that
transposed the keys of your sleeplessness into my
low register and then back into your tenor.
Those memories exist twice, separate, on either
side of mirrors pointed away from each other:
as listless dogs, napping on the cool stony floors
of a summer house, stirring when the sunlight floats
over their repose; and as ether, above the
castles and cathedrals of modernity that
hold up the skies, where every tittering whisper
we passed between us hovers in diaphanous
quiet, too scattered, too far removed to bind us.
