You magnet You
You Shaman you
For Summer things
And peace that comes from deep falling to
The skies of pencilled pasts
And years that sink
And all your glumness all your clever nets
and howls to moons of others making
Are now in this embrace made whole and more
Than understandable for walls of selfhood
All we should wish?

I want you to
Put your arms around me
So many people who can't do that
I find myself explicably crying
And how special that spell check does not get 'explicably'

I want you to paint a conversation like
Pollack
Staying just at the critical distance
(let me bless you now - from my deathbed)
My son - your hair, the skull beneath - You
So YOU.
And we will know maybe
At some point when all is clear as grass
As waving grass
When all is like a high street
Empty. What alchemy is this?