So Often I don't Pay Attention to Even the Most Obvious Things

are we holding each other
yet?
this overwhelming overt tenderness;
an awkwardness
an awkward -
of strange hitherfrom... hitherto?
the words they make so little sense
but I have said that before.
so, what makes sense?

stay here please
you always make enough sense
in those readings,
in those meanings.
even in your absence
love makes no sense;
the strange composites
equalling more than
the sum of the parts.
the everythings of touch,
the caress
the love...

such entangled intangibles
the couches
the glances
the sexy dresses
the everything...

of everything
i want the everything
such that was wanted;
in the middle
the beauty of our own love.
and still that means nothing.

for example:
that sweet woman.
the sweet sensation.
the debates I engage in;
the loves that I horde.
the sensational.
the her;
a skinny, leggy beast.
(lovely loveable beast):
"The Sprawled Out Exhaustion of Ecstasy"

the words of the monster
that the beast beached
upon the shore is all
the beast wanted
that you stand
all before me
like the cars passing
in the night
intermittently the drunken fast food
memories of Heinrich Heine's Allee.
kann ich gut mahcen?

remember all that mattered
(mattered so little except to you
all that felt)...
felt so much to everyone.
the conundrums of the everyman

there is no argument
she was so beautiful
as she dances into and out
of the night dreams -
she was undeniably there;
her undeniability
i am still exhausted as such
is her fortune
is her richness.

the lavish tarnishing;
a life framed perfect;
she dances,
dancing so far away
that this matters;
that it matters not.
that it matters.

remembering to hold her
in the morning,
where I hold her
as if she was everything in the world.