XL. Two to One

You Were
Captivated by all my most banal inadequacies,
Letting the truly telling and irredeemable
Limitations and imperfections
Slip through the fault lines.

I was
Searching for your blue
On moons,
***On mooted metaphors.
For that last blue⎯
That color of breath.
That chromatic drop of a heaving sigh.
That finally gives out
***To a night-long silent black.
Which is still your black.

And mine.

XXXIX. Superman

"I don't believe in Superman,"
She told me, leaning on my armrest.

The stereo was turned low,
The low hum of mumbling static,
The sort of sound you imagine
A trembling cape makes
****Trailing through the clouds.

"Well, what about me," I
Smile and turn and wink.

Her hair was losing its fight
Against itself, against its will,
To stay straight, like an hour ago.
When she had it in the iron,
****Before the curl took over,
********Spiraling down her face.

"You don't believe in Superman, either."
Leaning away, reaching for the stereo.