Once

I
knew a woman –
had a woman –
loved a woman –
once –
and always –
through the voices
raised
in support
and opposition,
my mortal choices fixed,
my altered path made
firm by resolution,
reckoned stronger in
the ways she mixed
distance with seduction.
She beckoned me
to follow;
I never faltered,
or hesitated
with regret
or rift
of second thoughts,
or the pondering of
otherwise,
for otherwise would
grant the gift
of never
to attempts
or certainties;
for otherwise
there was before,
and before was
not with her,
and that
alone
was so much less
than all the crowded
days of others
spent in stony
silences together,
caressing solitude,
waiting for
her radiance –
her smile –
her laughter –
herself.
She was
quite enough
clasped close,
more than
I had hoped,
or dared,
or dreamt,
or grasped in
rough outlines
within the
smallish space
that roped me.
And it continues
in its way,
a life in sway
to another’s
endless motion.
Without her
I am lost
to time and
restless notion.
 
 
 
 
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