Losing

I lose the sting of my wit to you, slowly.

My mind simply stills, like a room greying in the dull of twilight.

As you lay sleeping, I watch how the dusk blends out the hues.

I lose the sharpness of my edges to you, quickly

The way ice cream buckles to a summer’s day.

On a blissful afternoon in July, I let the sage of pistachio melt and subdue.

I lose the balance of my body to you, headily.

With wine-stained teeth and rainbow-blurred eyes,

My dance now is clumsy – a heavy-footed stumping and thud.

I’ve lost all my fight to you, completely.

I was felled in an instant and, all at once,

Drenched in the eve hours’ gold, the last roar of the sun before it set.

I’ve come to love you, fiercely

In surrender, I’ve mended red-red wounds, wiped crystal-glass tears,

Raised white flags and laid down the arms that would do harm to this skin.