Knowing you always means knowing
your fingers change with your smiles, your
unimportant ledgers, scrolls of unending
details. You wait like at the beginning
of a breath in between
commas, too many a semi-feigned eye roll,
you know I like the sound of your voice.
With dark clouds there you stand, a laugh
just arrived, just late enough. I’ll decide
this time how your eyes are the color of earth, after
and before rain,
this time your stubborn lips charmless,
your embrace stony,
I’ll share none of the above,
with feet flounder flat, lips
along the equator, bloodless, shameless,
it’s dark in this box.
Out on blue-blue water, so blue
stars appear as fast as they recede,
the moon never waits for her glittering lover, here
up against every spoken hope, stacked from the legs
of the earth, we compiled until we died.
What I insisted to be
ramblings of a man in heat
between aisles of a convenient store,
pressing your body against mine, we
can make it together.
Only 100 plus ages later, the lid came
off, you bathed me
as I danced
faster you begged, my silver ghost,
watch the return, feel hide soften to suede
dance, awake to the sun and moon at once,
waiting is easy, my wild doe, here
we never die.