Snowpath

It's just interest after all

The kind that's barbed and already inside

And here we are, side by side

Arm in arm, tangled in my life

Till we're braided like a rope

And in my car, it's a twenty-minute drive

So here's my hat and a clementine

That's what you mean to me

Well, I get sicker with your heart in mind

And the moon gets dimmer, and the room gets bright

If there's no rhythm to an unstoked fire

When my eyes meet the window, will the world be wide?

It's just interest after all

The kind of moment when you know someone from very far

Listen to the steps, anticipate the move they make

Down the hall to the stairs

Into my room

Poems with fruit

For me

And for you

And I get sicker with your heart in mind

And the moon gets dimmer, and the room gets bright

If there's no rhythm to an unstoked fire

When my eyes meet the window, will the world be wide?