No Valediction

I want to uncurve us from the bedpost's polished
glass and cannot. We stay there, flailing just
beneath the surface of the light we darken
with dark eyes and our bodies using the light
to flail. The bedroom window is all sky.
If I could fill it with you, I'd be alone.

In the mornings, I remember less than ever.
The days lie straight out of the room and only
begin to curve hours later, turning away
from every surface polished enough to catch light
or the two of us as we still are.
If this goes on for long, I will always love you.

~Donald Revell