A man is afraid

if I could talk her into leaving I would

I would imagine her with other men

I wish I could watch her make love

the same whispers, the same startling

revelations with another man

 

The ruin of Tunguska trees were flat

for miles around

they stayed that way for decades

until someone found them

and cried

 

I worship her and eat her body

yet am not absolved

I cannot point to the brick

wall that made up the basement

where I would live

 

Goodnight, old love

A man is absolving slowly

the way the forest in tiny movements

returned to a wet, sad terrain.