Indulgences

Indulgences
By David Cortez

In the coolest morning since twelve past two,
I’ve thought of things, of me and you.
And in those thoughts of you and I,
I came to know the reasons why.
I can.
I will.
I am.
You too.
All these things are answers to.
Yet none the wiser I become,
As where I put the little one.
The one with locks of black and red,
The one I dream of in my bed.
The one that will not leave my head,
The one whose eyes I meet instead.
For long I hid that one inside,
To realize it’s me that hides.
What can one do, when answers clear,
Have hid like sheep and disappear.
Can they be herded from such fires,
That boil blood and fuel desire?
To that another answer needed,
While thoughts of her again receded,
Back and fro like morning mist,
On the coolest hour since ten past six.