This, my reward for time well guarded:
a gentle collection of meanings
residing in the ellipses of our laughter

When she said my soul is radiant,
I couldn’t swallow it
and kept chewing on it after

Goodness just follows us
in the gaze of the moon
who pours through windows
we imagine we share;
tumbling through space,
I picture the sweet mystery to discase,
the deep history of this place
and the promising embrace
occasionally absent
but always there

I know something about this now.
Would it be terrible to let you know, too?
I tell you I’ll tell you
when the time is right.
You say why not now?
I reach over
to switch off
the light