Ken Trimble # 42 You

The time your finger touched the key
I breathed in the light and the second time
your finger touched the key I became a space
only weirdness would understand,
it was over, it was, and I was, and you
were over, and that earth you saw
plastered on my wall, I can only sigh
for I was there, and I touched
the star that bought you to me,
and I felt my dance as night
exploded into light
and all around spoke the arc
of night and I wept for
I saw things you will never know,
and the pain I've caused
makes me dream of you, and you,
and you, and you, and you, and you,
till everything becomes
You.