promising

let's write that love song
you've been talking about for years
without mentioning
in every sigh you hold when we speak
and sentence gutted,
then unmoved.
remind us we're alive,
or take cause to wonder why
in last nights, mornings and
mid mornings given to collection
and recall.
let me see the rage of
pain you'll feel
when you twist yourself from mine
or crudely fit your fears
against the idiocy of my pride.
send me the masters of fate
that I see in me
with that dreadful clarity
who buckle and sway the day away,
bring me miles unchecked,
springing from wait, standing broken,
the future incarnate,
domina nocturna,
lady luck,
justice blind--
the eternal spiral.