No veil of mist to hide your face,
tonight I am the fog at your feet.
We know each other well, sister,
if not always by familiar light,
unmistakable by alibi.
It’s been years since we’ve met
like this, the coils of summer past,
the great square of Pegasus
now tempting others while
we troll in the dark.
This is the cool down,
another Autumn to measure
distances, to recalibrate
the reach of hands,
to retest the polar magnets.
Yes, we will always be lovers
you and I: starved for truth,
hungry for illusion, casting
yesterday’s light on the waves—
strangers when the sun comes up.
(first published in Alehouse)