these days

curled catlike in corners i
close my eyes against
this time travel x-ray vision,
this gift and curse of my condition:
to see the bones
beneath the lovely skin
to watch the dance
of architecture slip and fail.
the frame of things disjoints
and falls away.

i cannot build on these days
cannot love on these days
because i see, on these days
that nothing good can last.

if love is looking for me
tell love it will find me here
eyes closed and waiting
for my vision to clear.
if love wants to help me
love needs only hold my hand
and wait beside me.
love needs only whisper
'the bones are strong,
the blood is clear,
the world is young enough
and we are here together.'