departure from the linear


I swear to love
in stream of consciousness,
no dwelling on past yearnings
or anticipation of some future caress,
only trembling in the sweetness
of this moment’s painful pleasure.
I am not the first
to declare departure from the linear
or seal my promise with spirals
carved in air.



* Rebecca Gaffron is fascinated by sea-green spaces, words, and men who behave like cats. She is a sometimes writer and can be found at her virtual home http://rebeccawriting.wordpress.com