We liken our worlds to glass bowls 

or thin-skinned balloons,

and only a few people are given 

the sharp pins of our trust and hope.

I don't possess a word to describe

the softness of her skin.

Her long fingers stained with nickel and ivory

Her life a delicate composition.

Once I loved a boy with eyes 

like moving water.

But he was smart the way glass cuts.

Our paths diverged before they'd met.

Before him was Eve's counterpart;

volatile, but soft

On the insides of his heavy black clothes

We were exactly what the other needed.

But you, my sweet, our dreams 

are already written

in the lines of our eyes and tired voices

Where has all your joy gone?

The recovery time 

for this kind of amputation - 

a separation of parts - is so long that

I can't see the end of it.

Before you, I wanted to draw the blinds on love

It's too messy and it blinds you

so that when it's gone

You're in total darkness.

I dreamt last night that I was 

searching for you in a tall house

And when I finally found you at the top..

You were happy to see me.