this is the way it should be, light and dark, skin against skin, words returned. love holds grievances this morning. 

instead, silence, Saturn up there sneering. 

i want to write you a note, she said, the note will say: 

i want to write you a note, my fingers the ink, your body the paper. 

but your body is far away. i have no words, no metal blanket, no cold covering.

 

 

 

 

i take it back, i'd said, will endure suffering for intense love affair. 

remedy for a broken heart