I’ll Believe It When the Bleeding Stops

I’ll Believe It When the Bleeding Stops

When my name

is just another word

in your mouth,

slipping past your tongue

sans honey, minus quinine;

when our eyes can pass

in a crowded place without

pause – absent guilt

or desire; when most of

concern, and all of pity,

go missing from faces

of our mutual friends;

when your scent ceases to jump-

start this startled heart into trip-

ping sync-

-o-

pation, and the beat goes on

but the bleeding stops, that’s when

(maybe) I’ll believe it’s over

PSC/2012