lapser

at 10am it's hard to muster
sensibility in the
face of injury

and in the doorways of this
scramble to sensibility from
dulled inoperative
anesthesia hands
test the air for rain
making sloped
sensitive
movements in the humidity and
hover
waiting

in a cold private moment a
sweetly drawn agreement
becomes a heady
compromise and
dances with Shakti a
gathered moment feels
like rain a
young oath expires
ravaged at the
tide of
a strange smile