You’ll be back you say
As an unmissable plan
A stage. A promise. A DJ.
Rips you away.
Six hours we danced
A primal awakening
Lost. Forgotten. Found.
You—the light; my now.
I learned everything about you
Yet learned nothing at all
Stomping. Screaming. Your sound.
An ancestral introduction.
The ecstatic in you
Brought out the ecstatic in me
Mud. Goosebumps. Aroused.
…To stop that? Leave?
But plan triumphed over presence
And this, too, must end
Release. Detach. Allow.
It never gets easier.
And me? Never better.
…Back to phase: mend.
P.s. You can read all of my poems here.