We two

by Ed Higgins

have this entire lifetime left, so let's waste it 
still in whatever repair we can manage. I'll 
bury my face in your still beautiful hair, breathing 
in all our forgotten and remembered treasures, 
the grey-streaked years melting like a Dali clock. 
We ripen in time like fall colors of the tall liquid 
amber we planted beyond the pump house years 
ago. Our mixed pulse an extravagant music of 
complexities, joy and grief, while we pause here 
on this moonless night listening in one another's 
arms. Embracing all those lost ghosts, waiting for 
others to arrive, bound to their voices.