Between
–Micheal O’Siadhail
As we fall into step I ask a penny for your thoughts.
‘Oh, nothing,’ you say, ‘well, nothing so easily bought.’Sliding into the rhythm of your silence, I almost forget
how lonely I’d been until that autumn morning we met.At bedtime up along my childhood’s stairway, tongues
of fire cast shadows. Too earnest, too highstrung.My desire is endless: others ended when I’d only started.
Then, there was you: so whole-hog, so wholehearted.Think of the thousands of nights and the shadows fought.
And the mornings of light. I try to read your thought.In the strange openness of your face, I’m powerless.
Always this love. Always this infinity between us.
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