Captivated.

I spent last night in the white folds--
And tumbles that I know,
In blankets where I always sleep alone.

Uncurling tight-knit memories,
I tread the glass strewn hallways of my heart.
And there you sat, alone at last,
A tired knife of pity,
"Here we are."

But I had no words to say,
And blue eyes sent those bullets at the start.
"Contain yourself, contain yourself,
In waging war, death is naught but dark.

So, I won't take the contours of your face."

And, alone, I left you there
In shattered glass, with ocean's stare
Not looking back, lest torn in half,
I left our alcove, and collapsed.
In beds alone, in fields where blue--
Skies torment me with eyes for you
And lying there, fields and all,
I have not one, steady recall.

For I could not see
The valleys of your face, dear.

And from my greenest field I flew
Back to my bed--
And mashed my hands against my head--
Last night to just remember you,
And the hilltops of your face....

But furling--fetal,
I was one upheaval
Short of any use.