Out-breath

When your nuance
insinuated itself into the solitary reverie
in which I toiled,
I apprehended
but the singularity of my belonging.

Then
your particular motion,
articulating on my anxieties,
became the collapsing of
estrangement’s glory
…for which I had no understanding.

I believed myself so ill-prepared,
so ill-prepared
for the inviting loveliness
of you…

The fixation of my aloofness
has not longer ground
to predicate my
ignorance, my arrogance.

You…
the undoing of my
aloneness.