In this returning emergency, in this crisis
I give you love poems
caught between my teeth.
What’s new about the little liars our lives have become?
I need you to taste this day with me,
to live it out with gusto, even though we both know
we’re going to die eventually.
You can’t teach a poet new tricks.
I lattice my fingers into yours
and let my eyes lap up the moon
with you by my side.
We are both shiny and larger than life
on the inside.
We are both cratered and cityless
on the inside.
No one inhabits us
except for the light
which we reflect back
to the people who keep
precise distance.
As if to avoid
the growing shadow
which comes back
as much as it leaves us.
We are invisible now.
We are visible.
We are the smallest
sliver of universe.
We are almost whole.