Loving anybody and being loved by anybody is a tremendous danger, a tremendous responsibility.
James Baldwin, “Go the Way Your Blood Beats”
it is mid-December
just before daybreak
when i walk outside alone
frost and darkness coat the world
tilting toward reorientation—
we will return again to Spring
bare black branches reach skeletal
against the pink-orange horizon’s glow
this coming sunrise of another day
i pause, a solstice
in this dimming fall of life
chilled by an inevitable winter
i am a man bound to dry words
now suddenly warmed at my center
by the wordlessness of memory
radiating bright white through me
recalling the scent of you near
and if smell is our oldest sense
recollection offers immortality
you pull aside your hair revealing
the curve of your neck there
brilliant rising sun, you
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