Filling

11 August 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: haunting energies

You moved into the space I just cleaned –

once I thought it was supposed to be absolute – once – the others filled the gap/space between loves with fortresses and fences and the bitter loss of dreams – the imagined imperviousness of a welcomed ignorance – full

of analytic failure — disparate winds keep changing the script — dialoguing to a world away — and in this room — desire giving rein to a little more desire — captivated in tautologies in the circularity that denies routine — fingers changing colours — now our lines are red and blue —

speculation disintegrates under the pressure of your body traveling — indelible movements — fingers become pens become words on paper — and it’s all fucking changing love — breath quality a newer bottle for opening — and the burning testicular sun has nothing to do with the heat

that continues to add — there’s always some filling — world experienced by you and me — and sound effects — I hear dull thumps — your waking life — and the real you still comes to meet me — I just noticed there’s no wardrobe in our room

closet jammed with the crumbs of musings that passed through — that we didn’t/couldn’t latch onto long enough to spill out here — powers go aching for new simulacra —…