March 19, 2013

eskimo kiss

 
once at work i had to repeat a customer's order  
six times in a row
we were standing too close
for my brain to focus
i could see the spaces between 
his teeth
and
a tiny scar on his philtrum
made my index finger tremble
i wanted to know what happened 
there

i wanted to take a picture
of his rumpled hair
in sweet morning light.

it is incredible
all of us
crisscrossed
constellations
mysterious shooting stars
our eyes on fire
for each other

butterflies
born
in a moment
beat against
my ribcage
a gentle tattoo.

if only we could run free
like naked children
laughing 
in the grass.