Variations on 'Together'

To get her

thinking, make way

through rain

and fear of caving

to unravel months

of premeditated

pleasure.

To forget,

we gather numbing

agents in our 

basement and set

them spry and loose

through backlit

landscapes.

Into our ether

I venture:

would it hurt 

so bad 

to set yourself
aflame?

Together—

that tying of time,

minced feeling

rolled in the taste

of your name, more

or less an answer,

maybe more

infested with 

reproachful

blessings 
than we could have

ever guessed.

To get her

scared, the nice

kind, more 

or less convinced

of this, moving

into better views,

brighter spaces,

kinder mugs, 

to gather brave,

to gather change

and cash it in,

getting warmer,

calmer, snug
in the sweater
of her voice:

It looks like you.

It smells like you.

Is it— 

if there is any place

you want to go,

one day, together, 

we'll go there.