Of the unbroken

Of distant scratches end grungy engine blocks.
Of your oil-stained body, junker petrol perfume.
Of the snow drifts scaling the hill, your runny nose refused.
Of the slapdash stacks and jam-packed boxes and my uncarrying hands.
Of what my glowing signs and nocturnal symbols spell to you.
Of how the flea bag scar heals, you devil little slugger.
Of exploding fertile curves, sheer joy running wild along them.
Of headaches and fears and laughter and hope and marvelous make-believe.
Of all our woven webs of fantasy, one thought conspicuous by absence.
Of ever, ever leaving you.