M, again

It must be the retrograde Mercury....



Today,
I cling to the cornucopia of you like an insulated life jacket,
I'm adrift again,
the sky mimics all the gray grey, clouds moving into misty whiteness, shades and variations on bleak, dynamic, metamorphic; then sun,
then again
back to gray.

You were the shape of my intimate things to come,
you helped form the clay,
the sensualness of what became my art, in touching,
in the deep sexuality between us.

What did I know?
You were all I knew.
You were all I knew.

What did you know?
What did you know?