Sunday, January 13, 2013
Your colors are bleeding
and I'm completely undone, here.
I want and I want. More and more.
And I can't.
But when you move this way, eurhythmic, I see something I didn't before.
The world stops,
and now I'm
in a movie
where love is real,
so where can I go?
I feel as though, in these moments, I've been here before, though I haven't.
Our bodies know each other and I don't talk
Maybe I could leave the fear behind this year. Start with the belief you're teaching me. Maybe the girl I was
is coming out when I'm with you
and you are new
then a friend of old.
Enlivened in the flush of flesh,
I will die. How could I have missed this? I'm waiting for the end but reveling in the gush of dawn.
I'm going down with you. I am drowning in the constitution of your song, singing too. Your words remind me of what I'm unaccustomed to and you're weaving a brand-
now story and I'm wearing it around my neck.
I want to
the surface scrivening -
learn your longhand instead.
See, I have this one eye
but it's the one that apprehends.
The angry facts glare, so I must consent
and I'm alright till
I touch your face where it's
where it's not-
then I'm using terms like perfect and grouping words like fingers, tracing and beneath. I'm recalling
like arms and the wide curve of your back and the juncture of belt loops tugged
taunt my memory.
Racing, mind's ahead but heart is catching up
each time our hands lace like
that. When I'm content and still, I'm shocked.
Stay and forever and please. The wings of your whispers have found me out, collecting
of sentiment. Carve from
a novel for the ages.
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Carry On Tuesday
The Music in It