Remedy in contact:
Bones supporting muscle with skin
Smooth covered with freckles
Finding sanctuary
As they close, pulling arched torso
Forming an embrace
Worthy of Schiele’s oil.

Each day the sun
Conquers its past record
Our hands find change and lose the
Closely bitten nails
Of someone we once met
Blanking out their surname with
The world that they came from.

I retract into your shadow
And ask for apologies
Weakening my grip on reality
Is a dark cloud over a day moon
Adjusting all possible volumes
To succeed in whispering or howling out
The story of our love.