Now and again

And you were burning

almost, alight and on fire

and I think I loved you more

then, than ever before

and so raw edges have a way

of unravelling the careful

stripping it threadbare to skeins

of passionless twisting

and we, caught beneath the blue light

of tangled sheets, frigid with

unspoken fragments of past lives

and other lovers

mutely move to wall await

instructions, breathe softly.

And calmly forget, swathed in silent sadness

to reach over, now and again