D.R. Wagner

ABOVE THE WORDS

Already the poem no longer belongs to me.

Its road of miracles shows wondrous horses

Shining with brilliance even in the darkest of nights.

My voice shakes above the words.

It is no longer witness

To the weather, or the moon,

Or this silent scratching upon

Whatever beach this is, catching

Waves like tears, voices

Heard only in sleep.

Still, I can see you.

Even without time collected

Around you.  You are more

Than breath to me now.

We are as intimate as lovers

In a carriage, in an unknown city,

Plying the streets all of the night.

The clatter of our horses hard

Against the cobblestones as we

Make love to one another, again and again.

Street lights flashing past, falling

On our naked flesh.

D. R. Wagner

Douglas Blazek & D.R. Wagner (photo courtesy of D.R.)