Presence and Absence Coincide in Song

 

as if to speak

“bring something sweet”

for you to crush beneath your heel

as if in searching I could find

Your Face

in every long draught

I can speak as

can you see –

but to breath is

full as I can be

Epistemic Certainty

 

the city lifts you on a bicycle

and the wind! The wind on your rich lips!

our eyes alight with tempest

your visage now lost to the crowd

 

(penned partially in Zagreb May 2016)