Like falling while seated:
hoping in unfair rails
or else not taking me
to you. Due either to contrition
or to stability.
But do you see the connection?
You know, sometimes
I saw you between limestone
and sprinkles
already talking about you.
Causation does not say
manipulation,
but calls for soft
bonds, and
the settling of the smile into the conversation,
the pain of a prolonged wait
and the apologizing for hours, maybe one day
and lying down among dark cacao
along the table,
love as a bulleted list
of actions,
or ticks,
shopping list,
convoys even of paper
on a floor of intentions.
And let the calling of you be
just a confirmation, and not
cushion of other hours
out of our possession.
Poem by Adriano Cataldo
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