The Holding (2003)

A sadness is nearing
completion when the light
descends nightward, and
entrances close:
this body stills, these
thoughts drop;

set free in a dream,
my gaze goes touching
into you, studies your map:
far and near
I see you,
all the weapons you chose,
deep-aimed words greeted
by blood silence;

always you
perched aloof,
maintaining your eyes
upon tiny fluctuations
of the distance,
yet simultaneously
clasping at the centre
of me.