from a despondent slumber
itching to reconstruct
a collection of moments
(still wanting of us)
kind of a mercy
uncertainty used to hang
insecurity always sat, heavy
if only you knew how easy it could be
the pressure would release
we both could be free
gratitude, a practised position
eliminate old patterns
cultivate space
a subcurrent, clotted trauma
a caress, seductive ghost
countless confessions
your side of the bed
i can smell your fevered dreams
ribs rise with each rhythmic breath
the heat, the animosity, the mutual respect
your side of the bed
we were really here
like a dream
necessarily numbed
a chasm, the slope runs
my chest
concentration, reflection, meditation, release
sweat, persistence, pain, growth