

e.e. cummings reads his poem somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond
i
In view of the fading animals
the proliferation of sewers and fears
the sea clogging, the air
nearing extinction
we should be kind, we should
take warning, we should forgive each other
Instead we are opposite, we
touch as though attacking,
the gifts we bring
even in good faith maybe
warp in our hands to
implements, to manoeuvres
ii
Put down the target of me
you guard inside your binoculars,
in turn I will surrender
this aerial photograph
(your vulnerable
sections marked in red)
I have found so useful
See, we are alone in
the dormant field, the snow
that cannot be eaten or captured
iii
Here there are no armies
here there is no money
It is cold and getting colder,
We need each others’
breathing, warmth, surviving
is the only war
we can afford, stay
walking with me, there is almost
time / if we can only
make it as far as
the (possibly) last summer
I have novels and comics
waiting in line
to be read by my eyes
yet I took the time to read
your lines
of why you think the sky is blue
and of why you’re afraid of the dark when there is nothing
but you and I lost underneath the sheets
forgotten like the waves that crash the shore
past three am
I’ve forgotten how to read the verses of another because
I’m left counting the freckles that kiss your cheeks
and reading the scars that hide your ivory skin.This is all I will ever need because
I’ll find bitter winters and spring between our pressed lips,
the words that are exchanged in the presence of the moon,
and the darkness where our love could bloom
as the books collect dust.