Resolution
Steel fingers
And a wooden mouth,
Two voices,
Six strings,
And always better
At seek than hide.
Silences
Are foreign objects,
To shatter
Or shake
With song.
A mere
Seven-hour span
Shows all the ways
For outweighs
Against –
The mathematics of devotion
Are simple.
Hearts and sleeves,
Lips that taste good
As dirt.
Unmeasured lengths
Of spider silk
And strands woven
From moon-spells –
Every offer to cut,
Refused.
And domestication
Might make a little
Madness –
One eye
On a door,
And the electric
Of anticipation.
But he is always
The resolution
Of these wonderful,
Addictive tensions.
