Because the moon wasn’t showing
that’s why in the end I kissed you on the belly
of the hill.
Because you gave me redemption, carefully folded to fit between dry citadel stones, or vegetables, or sweaty copper faces on a harbor, watching moored ships sink, that’s why i pressed your body into something resembling an ocean.
Because i understand loneliness to be a measure of the distance from yourself, and madness just sanity with teleconferencing, that’s why i let you pull me, ear by ear, toward a prior dream.