I don’t fall

I take a long hard look

And leap

Leaf smells

A membranous suffering

I know all too well

I know

I know

I know how to push past

But you have to ask

There are a million sounds in a day

They peel the layers back and grate at

My buttery tissues

And tensed plexuses

I’m always tasting the air like a snake

Curling into a tight, head-tucked, question mark

Why is the world so pressing?

So urgent that it can’t leave me any

Air

Or

Space

It has to break the skin

And get in

Get in

“When all the books are put away I like to read the lines of your body with my hands. Trace the symbols with my fingers and the way you twist and sigh tells me what each bump my tongue tastes could mean.

I can hear quiet poetry in the way you breathe but most of all I like to put my ear to your thigh and listen like it’s a seashell.

And the green ink tatoo that runs along your spine spells out different words in every dream I have about you.”

No laws of light

No suggestions

The way I like it

A heavy mist

Unresolved

Silent

True

It will not let the technician influence the results.

It will not hitchhike off with my heart- bits clenched in it’s fists.

Fashionless

Faceless

It will not love or leave me.

Pace your room that has no door

I want something too

To be loved but not abstractly

Poorly

Or out of habit

Those are fistfulls of me

You keep sneaking into your pockets

Words are birds

Or bridges with worn out handrails

Rope bridges with missing planks

They are chipped teeth

Brittle tea-cups

Smooth skipping stones

Words are harp strings strummed

Harpoons

There’s this drumbeat that sounds like a troupe of belly dancers tumbling down a flight of stairs.

Zill’s teeth flash in my peripheral vision as she begs for the figs I’ve made into a tower in front of me on the table.

I am so solidly confined I cannot speak a single word to anyone.

 

Ears look holy to me

Mystical

But it’s always the eye

That gets to portray the trinity

A light in my soul

An ache

Like a rocking sea

My groans are the many ships in it

The sky has been my blanket always

Now you are