i.

  i want to

  lay her in

  places deep in me

 in others

  i feel her

 standing

 already but here

  in this one

may she ever be

 unfolding

 and ever be

ii.

there is

such  poise

 even in her

 reaching

 as for me

there is one

 hand with

 fingers stretched

toward touching her

and another waving caution

away

!!.

 she chokes

 my lingering step

and i reach

her like a wall

 my fingertips press

 then flinch aside

glancing  from her

 left hip  her sigh

 you’re killing me sweet

baby she says

 you murdered me

!.

i dream her lost

to all both nights

of last acts

 last paces  peeling apart

 a cellophane

and brazen kiss

the unfolding knife-

 creased pages

  and then

 the folding

 finally away