September swim
Heidegger’s fourfold: earth, sky, mortals, divinity
in thrall to sun & heat the last sweet bit
my slavish love of summer
my body skimming half immersed
makes me recall forty years before
another pool
another country
a curved hillside with houses
ahead of their time
spared bombing
but not neglect
peeling paint & rusted metal
impressed on me dwelling
as in the need to be
alone that day
I admired architecture
wishing anyone would open a door
invite me in no one did
I went swimming
not knowing the engine
cached inside my ribs
what it could lose
what it might attain
* * * * * *
the lure
I feel your sadness pour like tar
the darkness worries me
reminiscent of my mother
manipulation ur
you do it all forlorn
please you say a cure
as if I could close your wound
with fine silk thread couture
a needle so minute the pricks
pleasure not unlike champagne
such sewing could take years
and in that time you’ll moor
me in a deeper pit
for sure it’s flattering
to leave a spoor
a sticky grandiose allure
flammable and pure
but worth the torment
I’ll endure?
no thanks—
I forgo your sick amour