Metrosphere 2004-2005
Invincible Children
As two invincible children, we thought
"We will not fade away,"
as the initial rush hit
and the lights were still so bright, they were
liquid, like water flowing.
Those nights, we felt the textures of conversation
brushing across our skin,
sound like wind
and it all made sense.
"I want you to be in me."
You would whisper in my ear as if
those words were Art and Poetry.
To me, they were Love.
And nothing,
nothing was more important.
So I would say,
"so do I,"
because we fit together
like some small machine,
a watch with miniature cogs and springs,
hanging tightly to a quickly twisting wrist, and
working perfectly, in delicate balance.
Driving one morning into early afternoon,
it was fall and we knew you'd have to leave,
heading home early in the evening but, for the moment,
you were asleep in the seat next to me.
So I kept on driving,
never wanting to wake you.
In winter, the weekend nights grew longer.
Cold winds found their way between us, and
chilled us, until
like young hedgerows that grow together through summer,
we pulled apart
before spring.