Walking Away from Your Door

[lofro]

Walking away from your door
leaves me wordless.
In the chill December air
I find no turns of phrase
to convey the sublimity
of the moment my lips
forget that they are not yours,
no ecstacy of insight
where you and I are all there is.

I walk away backwards, always,
trying to watch your door forever,
grasping for lacking descriptions.
Instead, my mind only summons
a thousand other-tongue I-love-yous,
one for each step between away and to.

-12/13/2006