THE SPACES GROW SMALLER

The spaces grow smaller

between us.

Inch by inch

they slide

dissolving

slack as a crippled wing.

What was taut

now is

incomprehensible

and pinched mouths

plump themselves for

absolution.

Grateful

to have escaped

without too many thorns,

we lay together

watch winter rain

shimmer down our window pane,

We wonder

at the two of us

calm now

brow to toe

sleepy

after winter storms.