You trained.

To teach the parables of passing,

no me quitte why do we reach by

those same extensions everlasting

into the air unkempt, unspent ties

to the bed. To teach the parabolic

undulation of your breath, conserved

as flowers’ catatonia, frozen frolic

reserved in a reaching, touching bared

in air, unspent, lingering in the bases’

extensions unkempt, crackling lasting

ever. To teach the catatonic facies’

fluidity of your grace, pouring os

as vase, yielding and agape,

to teach the languidity of pause

paid. To teach the turbidity contained

in a frozen body, coughing refrain

echoes inside you, you, you trained

to reach this impassable frame.