a marriage that's actually
marriageable

not as sedate as
the dead still living

nor a passion
devouring the last souvenirs
of what makes us us

but a yard
in between

where we go and plant
the feel of love
the invisible's lost kingdom
and
where I leave
to meet your planes on arriving

this cherishes us high
as irreplaceable
and allows us
to bottom low

as almost forgettable
should the unrisen arise

this is where what can be
can be

what can be on even
ground against all the undated odds