To Skate On Sun

Continuum.

[A prompt from @caitsmessner  - “Write a love or lost-love poem without using any victim language, any anger/blame or any self-villianizing/chastising,”]

and so i was brought to you/

a graveyard invitation/

I thought

maybe the current

had misread its destination/

and followed me to the wrong/

shore, where you stand/

a safari of lungs/ the stiffness

to be wrestled out of me/

I say, first, that I am not

an obligation/ you say/

solstice/ I hold the night/

like an autocrat.