points of passion

points of passion

the point of my pencil
the point of its shadow
      every moment i have loved you
      hunched in my throat
      spring sunshine spilling around
      the corners of my eyes

the point of your knife
the point of our life
      ancient moments i had loved you
      piercing my armor
      spring's snaking smell hanging in the grass hut
      tears of disbelief as you step back with blood on your hands

the point of turning
the point of yearning
      the revisited moment of love's decision
      swelling within our sobs
      spring's sweet promise before us in the mist
      tears of unrelieved regret in our throats

the point of contact
the point of impact
      endless moments of your love's denial
      crowding from your lips
      spring's urgent, patient smile of forgiveness
      of the tears shed over your absent bedclothes