Just Returns

“Only the closeted desire 

did not cry bitterly in the end”

She declared, as if I should 

Have remembered from a past life

A life, an inverted circle

Half drawn, its weak light sponged out

By memory’s intrepid night

Heavy,  a weighted blanket

On details, feelings, bodies and minds alike

The dark side of the moon waxing

In the dark, which is not exactly

The absence of light,

mining for that everlasting pain’s morphine

“The eggs, share with me”, he said

“If I do, she whispered, they will be hatched velociraptors, coming after you”

The circle was birthed 

With just returns