what relinquished look gave
in to the starry 3 o’clock hour
and I could see your face
hear your breathing
have a moment to concentrate on
all that is you, to be friends
that deeply
know yet rarely show
the world is our fish tank tonight
when you do hurry back from a
moaning dream of a few scenes
the wonderful little glance your give
sets me back decades in the
“what will I do for you” department
and sends me soaring
like an eagle
into the notorious
“you are my anything”
inner phoenix struggle