4.4.09

rain in my eye, i am filled by the drive
we go to the hollow in the darkness
tree-limbs shift and thrash against the moon's face

i have yet to see the love of a man who wants to tear me apart
to reach the core. i have felt the most unobtrusive of loves:
there are those who care for you enough to give you good advice or cook for you.
those who would sleep with you, and even those whose caring you'd be lucky just to notice.
i find and catalog each of these; startling and beautiful
but i wonder--
will i see the flitting, elusive, other?
like a dark-feathered raptor, winging through spindly branches
it devours its prey ferociously. always hunting, always searching.

wind-encircled, i will hold us in no-time
where memories toss me like trees in the gale
and barely nudge you. opening tiny easter candy
packages of moments here; it's funny how i'll keep you out
by bringing you to this sacred place and
daring you to touch.