the bind we were in

out along the overlook,

shuffling among lies

truth clings to me

concealing the more interesting details

of a life traveled slowly

certain images on the upper slope

lay flat against the damp grass

and will follow me to bed

will leave marks on my skin

as they disappear unkissed

between the strong arc of your hands I

remembered a story untold

of how all the ideas

I abandoned were still living somewhere,

moving among the undiscovered

but not forgotten in the soft folds of your pauses

i will not walk further nor will I stay here

remembering that we once danced on a place

very much like this–falling finally into the wet grass, laughing

at the bind we were in by each having a body

under the same moon

in the same lifetime