lost in side

and just where have I been keeping
these poems lost inside me
like books that fall behind the shelves
of some huge library
to be kicked to the corner
with the forgotten dust bunnies
and outdated ideas (like true love)?

I recall when I first saw them
in the distance between us
(at once so large and so small)
reflected in your shining eyes
such beautifully delicate and brittle words
that had yet to become annealed in the heat
we would share
for as long as we could keep the fires alive

08.30.05