the truth of their being together <br />or apart is less than the space between <br />the letters of any word: a part of each/other <br />they are, in these of years of anger and love; <br />reclining skins streaming the nightsweats <br />of uncomfortable sleep-and no respite <br />not even for the unspoken dream of dreams <br />they dream. <br /> <br />These two: <br /> <br />a pairing of question marks, <br />thinner and spooned shivering <br />in the half-mouthed alphabet <br />of their own dark house <br /> <br />waiting to be married soon.<br /><br />Matt Mullins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-evening-s-fragment/
