“though a hanged man I may be”

press your heart against mine
 and force a smile
like you’ve never done it before
thru an amnesiac’s glance
I pray for completion
and the truth for us
where the sparrows are headed
   or to the depths of Love?
where confusion wreaks havoc
in my head there are no scars
thoughts creep like fog
surfacing with the sun 
you bringing the lovely peace
putting what’s important at ease
to shovel thru complexity
and bury it with uncertainty
I stretch for the intimate being
letting the past lie bleeding
there’ll be a treasure waiting forever
until you take over and pull the hanged man’s lever
  --august 15, 2002