Decisions decisions

Decisions decisions

To engage with her beauty
           and with her breath
to live the day and night of it
            the come and go
and to plan and to agree 

            and to decide
always decisions
decisions

Now it is dawn
           now it is dusk
and we are neither here
           nor there neither together
nor apart our locations
           and our locutions
—here she comes
           trailing black and blue
there I go
           trailing green and gold

A reminiscence
           of eyes and hair
and a body above all
           an abyss into which
the slow fuse of the future :
           where will it all end ?

John Lyons

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