THE TRUTH IS

The truth is that
There are many kinds of truth
Between you and me buried, choked
Waiting to erupt into our world
And then cry for the dawns
That died in hunger in the closed gaps
Skin to skin, or within a closed eye
Like a tear drop, or in a black cavalcade
That closed in so much, there was just musk
And tenderness and nothing else
There are truths beyond this
Awakened sometimes like sunbeams
Playing and the golden dust floating
In between on lips paused in Eros
Waiting, in frozen moments, just stare
Hard, the truth plays and teases
We know, at midnight, there is hunger
For the beginning of one more tomorrow
In your womb and the growing child
Of yesterdays, dawn to dusk, making love
And dying spent the truth of knowing
That there would be just us, no more, no less
In bare creases of the sheets
Dreaming in awakened contractions
Awareness, and the dawn, cautioned
Of homes that await us, if we chose
To return after the tryst, the truth
That always needs to be undone
It is for me, you, us and an island
Of many kinds of truths and hues
Of love- choked, buried deep
In the layers, the truth is I am split
Between this home and you
Likewise, a million miles
And a million years away, in our universe!