whether we are
or are not or simply are trying
to be-- to be let go of--
there remains a need
for ballast, for censure,
for someone else's hands.
when the heart of me
goes skimming over treetops,
chasing moons, wildly,
i forget.
to need you.
when i am home again,
tired, regretful, spent,
errant child that my heart is
i will neglect to remember
that i ought to have brought you
and instead go keening
to our bed, and your body.