TODD SWIFT

Comforter


I made the one I know cry

For thinking that my love was unsure.

I lay beside her and comforted

Her head, turned sideways to the pillow,


And set a light upon the scene

To better inspect my handiwork.

I suspect a thing gone out in life

To have caused such disorder, to have made


A noise issue from the single thing mattering

In my system, other than my self.

I am inexcusable. And fearful that behind

My caresses lies a fastidious corridor,


Leading nowhere

Save to endless motives, coloured tresses.

Forgive my odd touch,

Prepare to lie in emptinesses.
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Todd Swift Interview by Kevin Higgins  @ The Argotist Online