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