WHERE THERE WAS

WHERE THERE WAS

where there
was hair

now only
a scrap of gray

scraping
of steel wool

she called me Adonis once
looking down from Olympus

in need of
worship, a fix, mortal love

sad play
on the mythology
the love for
one such
by Aphrodite

how close we came
to happiest transgression not
perfect
     re-enactment
is thing could only
trust to
the years
    to make clear

yesterday
     we laughed about it
feeling about as far from
goddess plus Adonis
as we
     might possibly be

wizened by time
every word weighted
a deeply
    considered miracle

what passing now between us
compacted by interpretation
upon interpretation

everything
     every trivia aspiring
at that moment
to satisfy
     epic proportions

and here we are
for what it is worth
for what
we are worth

brought to this moment
of measure, of
         considered forgiveness

acceptance of
all things

though I could have then
so should have then

asked for more
           could not
ask
for more