Cruel Elevation
Unfailingly I imagine
you as a mountain
that I have to climb
because it’s there, looking
closest to the clouds.
Up there there moisture lands fastest
frozen in chunks of interlaced spaces
a blanket of spaces for sounds to fall into
to carry a voice to be buried under
my footing slipping, sliding across
the soft surface of a hidden topography
wanting really
to be sliding into you
not on you
strange there
on a high peak.