This week

Another
time-block
to add
to our
Mosaic

(heading off
to where
Age creaks
moans and growls
to retrieve
a pleasing
domestic necessity
your cast-off name
inadvertently
revealed
I hope
that blush
is not
out of anger

evening comes 'round
you confide some more
of your Life to me
casually
stumbling back
to your Origins
decades worth
of pure Essence
which you distill
and offer to me
carelessly
generously
and only more of
what I already saw
do I see

wishing
I could contain
retain it all
this part of You
freely offered
so softly I listen
like kissing
the inside
of your wrist

I am
the honored
Keeper
of all this
Treasure)

And what
will it look like
in the end?

Who's to say?

But there's a lot
to be said
about Now.