Monday, August 2, 2010

I hesitate to write this.

When I tried it, I didn't think the aftermath would extend long, and far and low through days like a rope through frames in the water, like the thickest black branch with the bushiest, most deafening leaves that would just embracccceeeee me for hours, and hours, leaving the most sultry gashes on my face and arms and brain where the opening of skin to red flesh below is just fine please....

it punched a hole right through me

(if you stare hard enough
if you just pass your eyes over me
you can tell
can't you see it under my eyes?
it's dark and full like a pond
you could go swimming under my eyes

didn't you know? weren't you in my brain when I was over there?

or did you think we are separate?

I am in you, and you are in me

This is why your touch creates the desire on my skin
this is why you manifest from out of

every time we meet
and you touch my skin,
my skin awakens and remembers
'yes, we were in want of this finger here, and that tongue there'
and your hands, in my hair,
are in their proper place

i come alive under your hands

you blow the breath into me

this is what i didn't know i didn't know