time, the great unraveller,
unwinding things into
eternity with heartless determination.
I have seen it lay rust along
affections and arteries so
that neither may flow or pump,
but i always thought us, or
hoped us, more rare
that the constellations hung in your eyes
would never dim for me,
but guide me as they always had
to home
to you
to us.
perhaps you never dimmed
only the constant erosion by minutes and hours
chipped away my veneer, and the truth
of me has made mutiny of your affections.
when did I become someone you sleep beside
and not with?
the inches between us stretched out
like country roads in winter, belying our beginning.
my fingertips and your skin thick as thieves
adventuring over the lines of your horizon
each curve and mound and crevice
the hot breath of exploration panting on our lips
I can only fabricate excuses for so long,
brushing off your brush offs,
the turned shoulder,
the recoil of my hand in the small of your back,
the betraying hesitancy in your lips that
wounds me like an unpracticed lover.
when did you exchange your desire
for obligations, wicked and sour?
you blame it on chemistry
hormones and pheromones
molecules and valence bonds
breaking apart our marital-structure.
so I curse science and pray for alchemy
I'm tired of sleeping
In bed with you
alone
