The Climate to Confess

i have asked you for nothing
because i know this is all i can expect

we two cohabit
this time and place

so infinitesimally close
and yet unutterably apart

it is not as if i love you
in the way that lovers do

or desire the entrance of your flesh
in the way that lovers do

i don't even know
that i feel as loss

that the knocking of my inner thoughts
shall never sound upon your inner ears

that the nightmares you have locked away
so diligently in your chest

shall never escape in a gust
down the corridors of your larynx

and leap like a wind
into the open fields of my mind

- in the open weather of my mind

air does not understand water
time has lost its place

what is difficult to say
is what is easy to say

and your storms might
dissolve there

in the open weather of my closed mind -

but you and i
shall never grant each other

the climate of blessing
in which to confess

the climate to confess
the blessing to confess

and without each other as paper
on which to write the ink of our lives

we are images that will not last
night thoughts evaporating with the light