lifted and all we did
undoes, unfixes
beneath this weight of days retuned
to weightlessness
in wilderness, each field
or beach
and every forest found, that late-night bath
we ran, my fingers parting
tangled strands, our tracks
in crops or sand
then every moon phase
slowly foaming over
your sore shoulders, risen blades
of floating grass, more hidden notes
all unforgotten, unshared
thoughts
and thoughts
where I drift, but stand
suspended