Fumes Of Light Poem by L.B. Temuco

In this endless
purity of thought
the search for which
haunts me
with you as you were
for the glow of the blood
in your lips
the moon in your hands
and the sounds of old men
drinking around us on the beach
and you want something
different from me
and I think that really
you want nothing at all
and yet it is in a song
or a sentence that runs like a road
into the forest
or a halo (not the religious sort)
that hovers over you
as you stand across the road
in fumes of light
I never knew why
you didn't like yellow
or how you might have sounded
with another lover
it didn't matter
it doesn't ever matter
when things are being formed
because it is a relentlessly sublime birth
an introduction to skin never touched
or loved with the ache of wildness in you
the involuntariness of language
whispered in rivers and words
that filled estuaries
made at sunset
the hesitant heart sing
and glow like sand
and yes some of this is bad
bad written
incompletely thought
unsolicited, unwelcome, unwanted
wasting your time
and daily I pray for freedom from devices
such as this
and want to leave it forever
throw it out the window
take the chance
of minutes together
to gather ourselves
of never being tired
to speak freely
but there are so many shadows
now that life makes on each hour
and you are finally victorious
you leave the battlefield
one shadow more
you have earned that LG
may my eyes at least
follow you a short way