We had, in the end,
only three letters to remember,
the affirmation of the moment
and how it unfurled
jubilant and brisk like morning
plummeting over itself from
your tongue like crashing waves
until it jackknifed in your throat
on the last halcyon breath
and your face became the face
of one who feels the gratifying
sting of the needle
do its numbing work.
Yes, I remember the word
and how it encircled the night
until you made memory out of it.
DQ 3/4/9
