The known—
I don’t know if it was ever right
But there was something deep
That I identified with
A sadness
A longing
That broke my heart
Into thousands of tiny other hearts
Exploding into the ether searching for their missing shapes;
cast aways
There was this something
That I could not abandon
This knowing that he at one time was one of these missing gorgeous shapes
That fits so sound within my longing for remembrance of the known
These scattered, hungry shapes searching for their partners
In the brightness of the shadows
Curled and lopsided in the vastness of my mind
Hurled against the abyss
We came together to heal
And therefor, exist
With our teeth baring the scent of each other’s saliva
We were pulled together like rabid dogs
Or magnets to the sky
With butterfly wings as thin as Chinese papers
Batting in the wind
We Recognized
Each other
As we floated
Under the halcyon moon
—To the Lovers of Ancient Times.
Chelsea Netzband