Something Other Than The Desperation/ The Morse of Understanding

How much time before we keep mouthing 'I love you, I love you, I love you'
Before we realize that the only parts we ever
Picked up and blew dust off
Were parts we could wear around ourselves.

Call it a disorder.
Call it an affinity.

You once told me night and day were conjoined twins
Ripped apart by sunlight's parentheses
I laughed and told you I could build a story around that sentence.

This is that story.

Can you keep that Chinese delivery bag where I wrote you a haiku?
Can you pretend you remember the first three sentences I ever told you?
Can you convince me that we have been Good Hindus
Because I don't, I don't want our flesh to singe this way
And believe there was no reason to.

Can you draw lines in the red plastic box
I left accidentally
When you begin to hate me?
Can you tear the pillow cover,
smash the last dredges of black in the kohl pot,
Break glassware into the wall till
You can absolutely erase
How I feel?
Can you love me enough
To absolutely hate me?

Call it extremities.
Call it existential need.

In retrospect,
All we will have is movement,
Light chose to settling
In between the crevasses of your hair.
Wind making twisted mountains of your shoulder,
Your laughter seeping into every 'Bend over'.
And silence.
Wafting in silently like the dust
like parentheses
In sunlight that made us
That tore us.
I will always remember the sunlight
Best.