meet me at the bottom of the well (our seasons out of kilter)

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Emily Dickinson

Forgive me/they were delicious
“This Is Just To Say,” William Carlos Williams

So now I had a well if I needed one.
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami

meet me at the bottom of the well
there i will kiss your fingertips

tiny brief and fading gestures of my bones
telling you in the darkness hiding us

if this is what you want
if this is truly what you can bear

i am offering all i have to share
small and inadequate as kissing fingertips

as i invite you here to the bottom of this well
my sincerity will engulf you like a tidal wave

because this all that is small and less than
lies here as my only remaining thing for just you

time has driven us underground our seasons out of kilter
forever shrouded and muted if we dare embrace

if this is what you want and truly can bear
if this my inadequate can ever be enough

meet me at the bottom of the well
not of time or place but always like a sigh

there i will kiss your fingertips
spooning i will press my feet against your soles

i ask this without asking and the promise of small gestures
waiting in the emptiness of the dark well i dug

—P.L. Thomas