So easy to forget

Your first face.

I mean the one 

Above the rooftops

There for a second

When you look up quickly

As you shut the car door

In the late afternoon.

Here, 
Not to know
But to acknowledge.

What else is there to say?

Your eyes,
No, not for seeing,
But for being the world around you.

Here we are darling
You and me
With our toy cars
On this garden wall 
Up to your shoulders
Up to my thighs, for now.
And you know, you’ll be here some day 
Exactly here just as I am here…
And what will be is what is now
And what was and what was before that.
And sometimes you’ll look up into the evening
And all it will be is this Volume, darling
This great Volume
And I wonder if you’ll know what I mean 
When the time comes.
But you will
Just as now in your small years
Walking into the morning kitchen
I see you stop and live right there
Stop dead right at the fact of things
All the whys and wherefores still with their lustre.
And now the day has gone dark
It’s been a fun day hasn’t it
So much racing with your many cars
So much fun, so much fun
And in your black bedroom
We share the same pillow now
Switch places with one another
I’ll be you, you be me
While your dreams crack and curl
I’ll keep watch in this dark room
Letting the aloneness come upon us both
The aloneness of cathedrals and deserts
Where the branch breaks
And then, darling, wherever you are now
Wherever I am now
There will always be 
This single 
True
Note.

You and I need to settle something, don’t we?
We need to admit that we’ve not been entirely straight.
I’m sorry.
I’ll stop.
I refuse to compete over this miracle.

On the sodden path
Beneath those old beeches
Burnt yet again to perfection
He slowed 
Looked about
Wondered if
In the short distance back to his car
He hadn’t been discretely kissed all over.

On the sodden path
Beneath those old beeches
Burnt yet again to perfection
He slowed 
Looked about
Wondered if
In the short distance back to his car
He hadn’t been discretely kissed all over.