My knees do not carry

We are come again
To love's desire.
Stricken by you,
Paingiver,
My knees do not carry.

Mythweaving
We speak to each other
In thinvoiced
Ghostly
Soundbytes.

Be my ally.
Speak to me
Clearsounding.
Make your voice as fat and full
As a plum.

I am swollen with blame
And you have the salve:
Pour it.

I want to suffer.
In myself I am
Aware of this.

But still
Let there exist for us not one single
Further sorrow.
Let us be delivered
Undamaged
From every care.

- - After Sappho

Bridge

Across the chasm is a bridge

Where find ourselves

For just a while.

We wobble up and down, testing the links.

There is not much ground to stand on, here.

The sun moves. And we sit

Side by side

On the same level

Surprised

To find each other.

Your side and mine are a continent apart

And there is a lot more chasm than bridge.

We part ways.

Bridge, honour to you,

Frail marvel.

Kindness hopefully built into your slats

Quietly swinging.

May I be safe

Inner, unfolding

Landscape. Wide open Heart. May

I be safe this night.