the dark

what do you see in this blackness?
why did you call it beautiful that day -
does the story make it so?
was it what they called
the "generosity of your spirit"
or was it your own obsessive fascination
for things darker than your soul?

the gaze spirals outward
in a centrifugal perpetuity
and you and i stand.tall for other eyes.
waving.smiling. appeasing those eyes.
and when they are gone
come back to customary stillnesses
and evocative silences.
and find each other
night after night
in the dark loveless chasm
of centripetal drowning
unto infinity.
 
the depth of emptiness
can be measured after all.