Lost & Found

Enough.

Love, where do you go?

Do not say nowhere -

if we're being honest,

enigmatic half-truths leave me

hungry,

.

and now

I am making offerings I do not understand -

unlikely treasures, symbols of sweetness,

wrapping chain link fence in satin ribbon,

observing patterns I can't name.

My life distilled to this:

filigree, aching. All of it.

Everything.

.

Diaphanous, mist-soaked,

your mudsplattered gown

trails through the dirt

at our feet, around my ankles.

All the rest is

ineffable, inevitable.

.

Briefly,

we are too close

to be anything else.

.

Richness and pale radiance,

blessings neglected,

the velvet sliding of a tongue

along the surface of a word

as meaning slips away -

casual and dignified,

unwasted,

weighted.

.

 This.

This is all I really need

to be okay.