the bright ring of yourself

remembering your hundred disappearances
you'd always return, never sure where you had been
another universe? a lateral area?
the occupation of a hundred hands
the swelling of a thousand pricks

your hundred disappearances I was so used to
could even see those times approaching
but knew you'd be back, with the coat turned up
the collar forming a halo rays of light
from several concurrent suns dancing
into the bright ring of yourself

and you knew I knew
for this you came back
tolerated my provincial planetary existence
you came for those words that were not spoken
you came for your history
you watched me chisel your d-n-a
dispersing shadows
making metal rings of light
double spiralled through the histories

you came for your incarnations
for the old woman you wanted to be
and for the girl child who dances
you came for a cinema of your times
and of all times
this was you

I remember those disappearances now
I remember all the places you went and why
I don't mean I understand
no only that I know or knew some details
of what you are

and now you are really gone
I've still my notebooks with your maps
in them
it is all I ever have anyway
but I remember you and your disappearances
no matter where they've taken you