Glance for Cummings and You
by RF Garman
© 1997 RF Garman
Somewhere you have
never envisioned though after
any experience, of heart which lost tones:
your most circumspect
arias enmesh me,
a voice whispers
in my ear of falsehoods you conceal.
glance easily has undone me
though I have fastened
myself as a hungry hope of future,
you reveal loudly,
passionately, a pain as trials subside
(tasting masterfully, mysteriously) your first free day.
Though you have
left me to feel without those senses
my life will sing
empty though beautifully, suddenly,
as when the morning
of our first encompassed
the dark covering,
everywhere naught, temporarily as spirits free.
Nothing which we
are to believe in this world equates
the power of your
frightened denial; tincture
reality not seen, compromise not sought,
you bring forth
sadness and suffocate opportunity listening to whispers in your ear.
I did not anticipate
this life you have cast,
the stones which
do forsake, could heal through us.
Deeper than all
failings, yearning to grow old, find for yourself
space that is yours, and not just another, separate place.