London #13

a multitude

in your eyes

your gaze brought

my absent family

the old friends who i suspect never were

even the dead ones

tattooed all along your eyelids

here

at this table in this pub

around this city

we orbit

as remote astronauts

our pace the same

in advance of our bodies

that soon will be naked at bed

blinking

under the moon

that will be reflected through our dormer window

ricochetting in the marble floor

waiting for us so far away

just behind that door

when you will hold my demons my life

my oh my

with everybody i have ever loved

in the orbit of your eyes