TRYSTS

    By Albert Kapikian


		     "I wait for you still,
		       as if you could arrive"

		      "You Have Not Died"
		       Vahan Derian


       1

    The trees wombs of wind and sound
    that find me poised this hour
    to rip out a -

    I love you i am falling
    from these hills searching meadows
    for your-

    I thought i saw you this evening
    it was just dark
    the mountains brief
    the cool air gathering
    in pools of wind
    we might run

    from



       2

    Here we are and here
    we will bury our hearts
    here at last we will fail
    so gently so desirably fail into one another
    into the land into the sound of the land
    that is the sound of our-

    I want to know how to make a moon for this rain
    a full wound to drench the sky with
    and patch above the-

    When we work ourselves into the ground
    it will be like love first love we will take our hands and shoulders
    and thighs into a juxtaposition that is nothing if not

    fatal



       3

    The street darkens no light left
    to seal in its corners
    and fit about its-

    We have not yet found
    the land that we will leave
    to find

    home

    My hands are failing
    softly down your hair
    it is winter there tonight it is wind
    the deep sparrows failing softly down the wind
    down the brief wounds of land
    that make our




       4

    graves



--
Albert Kapikian lives in Silver Spring Maryland. His poems have appeared
in The Washington Review, The Graham House Review, The Ledge, Elysian
Fields and other publications.



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