Behind the scenes

All the shadows dancing
no sense of their strings being pulled by me, by you
but by ancient gods,
so when we greet and say "How are you?"
do we bring their creaking monstrous ancientness out?

No. Darken the stage, move the screen right back.
Let the dance continue - behind the scenes.
We'll talk of other things, other details,
chiming within our other selves,
bright and beautiful, wise and wonderful, deep and desirous, still.

Poem

I built a separate house
-separate from you
brick by brick
plank by plank.

As I stood there
and turned away,
to place a brick

and turned back
to bend down and pick up another
I still looked at you.

Poem

I do like the warmth and sparkle of the comet
that is you

but I do not like the hole you leave as you pass on through me
to others
bringing what was in the hole with you

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