Out-breath
When your nuance
insinuated itself into the solitary reverie
in which I toiled,
I apprehended
but the singularity of my belonging.
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.
© 2015 Stephen Victor