O love, speak to me.
Should we end as quickly as we
began?
I slip past your lips tonight, find myself
inside flesh, where
each second, I witness
you for the first time.
And I know now that it will not be you
who catches my fall: there is nothing
con necting us anymore, but space.
For a moment, I rest in the deep of
your throat― beautiful and low,
I pull
each breath with a stern finger,
voice impelling from your chest
nothing pushing nothing [nothing].
And there is no frame to this leg room,
no fervor free of reluctance I wish
you were really here.
A plea is not enough you are built like
stone, these two hands cannot get past
the water that rises―splitting words
to a scat ter soon it will be
against the nape, its salt thickening my
own tongue
to a silence.
Not about anything in general. :)
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
As If By Sea
Babbled by Ca at 9:15 AM
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