you made the sun come up
like you promised.

i must admit that yester day
was too frail for my beliefs
and a sunrise was not
what i anticipated.  

i had hoped for more night
but your hands can never keep
from being blind.
..there is something starkly raving
about the unzipped mirror light
of us at night....
and i heard you listening
to far away music quietly .

......and when you were finally gone, i...
i still felt.. around for your voice.
my hands playing organs in the dark.
and though i know
the rhythms very well, ... .something syncopated
inside us
what with you wanting to feel
that particular strum innate inside of me
 ..    .and so i heard it differently;
deeply; achingly;
it was all you. .. .

it was you.........
was it just me?
or did you say something in that
dawn to me over and over
the way your fingers,
over and over,
kept getting tangled in my hair,
trying to keep the light
off of my face

when you know i love that anyway.. .  .