Carve

There is permanence is every relationship,

an imprint like a schooner dew-stains a coffee table because

the lake moss was a coaster when you took it on the rocks,

because trees countless with kisses still exclaim “OUR LOVE WILL!”

last longer than lives, exult and self-promote

great deaths which summon more life than any first date or funeral,

initial craters so deep

thunder-steps next nearing the light drizzle of your own

sound bring like gunshots cracking,

the tension of each passing lover no different than the pressure necessary to fire