the dear departed
lovers that have gone
angels that once terrified us
threatening to bring death
so near as love
sometimes return.
these lost loves,
whose provenance and history
is harder than a coin
passing hand to hand
through all the dull business
of the commonwealth,
arrive at our aching arms
unexpected.
the strange gifts of a stranger,
a once familiar mind.
thoughts that tasted like water,
answering an ancient need.
we may go down to the shore
and take a boat to be more
completely under a sky we knew
at a happier time,
remember love
like one who is newly blind remembers color,
listen to our bodies sing
their old pain.
our untasted souls,
we hoped would feed another life
to propagate our own,
make, at any spot we stop to feel,
the feast of questions
loving is.
Originally published in Out of the Box: Contemporary Gay and Lesbian Poets, edited by Michael Farrell and Jill Jones, Puncher & Wattmann Poetry, 2009
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