Femme (For Lovers)

My love is encased in yolks,
Waiting for warmth to hatch a vision
Since December
When my eyes started twitching.

I've been anticipating
An enormous eruption of optic nerves
With colors we've only ever imagined
With other senses.

I wonder where you are
Since I haven't heard from you.
I don't know where you are.
I don't know where home is.
I never knew before I met you
And it never mattered then.
It means everything to me now.

It wasn't until December,
Years of homelessness past,
That my body collapsed beneath the strain
And muscles started twitching.

Whatever hold you had on me
Had been forgotten and forgiven
Until December reached in
Through my irises
And rent my brain.

All my memories
Are replaced with yours.

Ounces and Echoes

There is the voice that asks,
"What are you thinking? " again,
Thrown back across space
For whichever living heart
Reaches the end of this decade.

How many ounces of aching
At this free-fall velocity
Can I withstand?
That's what I've been thinking.

You've been loving me and losing me.
What force,
What great truths
Can there be
Since you loved me and lost me
When the universe blinked?

There's an echo that asks,
"What have you forgotten again?"
It pulls me against
My will to believe in love
With no beginning nor end.

How many ounces of aching
With this non-stop anxiety
Can I withstand?
That's what I've forgotten.

You were loving me and losing me.
This force,
These great truths are free:
You loved me.
You lost me.
The universe doesn't blink.