rhythmical wantings
four brown eyes that match
your broad shoulders: two right angles
drawing down
reach for my
wide hips: fleshy wiggly curves
an oddball sketch!
you are not a skeleton
and i am not under ground
across buildings and trees
in our separate houses we be
stuck in memory
my heart is a bursting
THING
slippery and silly
like a baby shrieking
spaghetti on the floor
oh my heart is a messy
thing
your searching
fingertips
in my mouth
wanting
inhaling
everything.
often i drive
twisting
turning
canyon roads
bending palm trees
(the ones that scare me)
seem to nod
all my secrets slipped away
i threw them at the wind
begged birds,
"carry them to the clouds!"
they are someone else's now.
sometimes everything is going well
our totem: far behind
a starship's journey before
dust covered you
and
i'm galloping on a shining creature
panting
pumping
racing
away away away
when
your hand appears in my mind
your hand appears in my mind
on a gentle breeze
palm outstretched,
my lips rest there
like other times
hauntingly