I know they will take you
and I will have to let go
of everything I ever built, everything
that mattered
more than everything.
So this is the aria for the lengthening of tenderpain,
this is the sorrow which is keeping the
the skies above
from alighting upon the earth.
This is life running her chainlink vacancies
through stale hotel rooms,
racing my bloodstream
over the hills which eclipse my pale moonbody
in the bruised desires of night.
What they cannot know
is that hidden inside me, of course,
is you.
And this is a language you have
always known. There are no words
between us.
Listen deep for its
singing, listen with all of your
empty pages.
Listen for the coming darkness.
Reach with your eyes and
take in her static
dressing gowns.
I am within the voices. I am within the faces
you see reflected at the windows
of a time gone by.
The tides are the beating of my heart
curling and receding upon your breast.
Wash the sheets and keep the curtains
closed and know by the firelight
eternity
is home.
Inside the secrets inside the stars which you have not yet met,
there I am on the edges
with you.
Wherever they take you, my beloved,
there they will take me, too.
.
.
Allison Marie Conway 