I wish I could know you and make things right between us
I would I could show you all I’ve thought and seen of
this life where we live all together apart.
What I have to give a woman of hand and heart
would most thrive in your service.
Down we’d dive beneath the surface
until our tales all fray and we must admit
that this love always stays and we with it.
I think
I think it would be like that —
a reach that caught and held.
A something nice, a place whereat
feeling thought and touch meld.

But I wrecked any hope there for us
so I lonesome grope through the crush
of words and glances that brush past me.
I’m sorry.