First Weeks - Gem Club

through losing eyes

intentions

a perfect unconcern

morning breaks in another day

and everything returns

two parallel doves

with hearts holding out

it’s not enough

how to remove my last touch

gently from his wrist

or wait and kiss the iron from

each other’s hair

your last interest laid its weight against

your tired boxer’s back

it’s left chains

dancing on the furniture I had you then

too late to let your arms surround

could hardly begin