Valentine
for sfc
Ghosts of men cannot be understood
but I fill up the room with thoughts of you.
The otherness of the past, the present renewed
in delicate anticipation of detoxified consequence.
My soul’s rest, my back to work happy,
my inclusive warm day of physical generosity.
Drinks or dinner together in time, in transit.
Then a glimpse of gorgeous illumination.
A fantasy of detail escapes into the bedroom walls
while our future continues to dream us up.
Ghosts of men cannot be understood
but I fill up the room with thoughts of you.
The otherness of the past, the present renewed
in delicate anticipation of detoxified consequence.
My soul’s rest, my back to work happy,
my inclusive warm day of physical generosity.
Drinks or dinner together in time, in transit.
Then a glimpse of gorgeous illumination.
A fantasy of detail escapes into the bedroom walls
while our future continues to dream us up.