NOT YET MET

We met before we knew

We knew before we met -

What you want most you don’t get

Not now, not ever, not yet

We remember best what others forget

Like your love for others

No one likes to play your brother

Touching your cropped black hair

Slender as air

Your pale lucid eye

So damp dry

Why did we do this, why?

Tuck our hands inside our guts, in bed lie

Each with the other, closed

Watching the audience’s perfect poses

Your love’s feigned attitude

Buying your sainthood, sly beatitude

No, I can’t not remember you

The curled lips, the sweet sharp nose

Eyes and veins more clear than blue

Pointed love images, knifing repose

Best to know what you don’t

The peace I wish and fear

I still love what you won’t

That hope and grace may finally appear