No more apologies:
Not enough, not long, hard, gentle or
joined in heart when I hold you,
I hear your silent reproaches.
A lip corner flick.
No sorries in my storage.
un-sick over baggage.
Time I give is all the buzz
I have, all my life,
before run before hide
and composed thus
I always was.
the sigh of it all,
with your, his, her, their
expiry utter other grunts, twists, glances or
dances belly deep,
and all I beg is a bite of sleep.
My gutters sag under the weight
of leaves and leavings and arrivals,
the spinning door rotates you for you
and him for her for him for them,
and back again,
a reversion ahead of me, the fool
to believe in words
deployed poison control tools–
bright, early, sunny-gregarious
gets the worm–
the norm of help-me-happy right
keeping the dark ones light.