I knew you

I know that chest

& that chestnut hair

as if it were my own

And that motionless moan

and that closed-lid stare

flung back into nowhere

And that tight-clasping fist

and that reaching-for-something hand

I know you without breath

& that first gasp of air

that dares to be let go

The inherent way you show

what can only be kept alive

in the private parts of mind;

I know you after the crash

sifting through the ashes

searching for lonely ambers

still reddened from the flame

And the perfect thing you say

And the touch that shows you mean it

You are any flower feeling

the instant bliss of bloom;

I know you

- but now I miss it.