the tide
that drags
me
down,
you spit me
out upside
round,
you haul
and pull
and push
me in,
and then
you let me
spin
the tide
that drags
me
down,
you spit me
out upside
round,
you haul
and pull
and push
me in,
and then
you let me
spin
thought i would revisit this one…
i am terrified
by the
rawness of this
desire –
i can feel it
stripping me away,
one layer
at a time.
i suspect that,
eventually,
it will
leave me
as
neatly exposed
as a carefully
skinned
rabbit,
all inside out,
all pure
visceral
mass.
lightning on this edge
of sky this is you and me
our long kiss goodbye
the moon swallowed by
the dragon maw of cloud you
closed your eyes and sank
our boundaries are
north and south and east and west,
that’s all we can see
i am
walking
somewhere
on
the verge
of
waking.
i dream.
i grasp
your hair
your throat your
wrists your hips.
you.
press my lips
tightly
to your
locked
heart and soul ,
find and hear
and match
the neatly
pulsed
rhythm
contained
only
within you.
and
then
awake
to
a new
and
sudden
dawn.
you see?
i don’t
think our
napkins
are folded
at the
same
table
after all.
the why and the how,
the then this now, north is south.
this compass broken
heat humidity
and i lick the sweat from your brow
humidity heat