and when you lay there
to let the warm pause of night
draw its exhausted breath
i could tell you everything
every secret in this world
and show you how they fit

i could show you how your back will fall gently into the ancient hardwood

i could show you how the yellowed streetlamps love us in their duty

i could show you the way these poets breath fire when the world hushes up and wraps itself up in a blanket, child-like with wonder and offering itself to transformation

but i’m lost instead inside your pause
inside that space between one and two
inside a caged beauty that learns to roar

and you will roar.